White Liar (10 page)

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The team was all huddled at the locker room door.
 
Justin could hear the crowd outside getting psyched up by the music blaring through the speakers.
 
He could literally feel the excitement bouncing around in the small corridor that the team had been crammed into.
 
They were beyond ready to get this shindig going... Warrior style.
 

"Is it hot in here?"

Justin curved a glance to his side and noticed John looking out at the field.
 
He was fidgeting with the neck of his jersey and shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other.
 
"A little," he replied.
 
He couldn't help but to notice how John continued to move back and forth, antsy as all get out which was completely out of character for him.
 
"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Introducing.......the Warriors......"

That was their cue.
 

"I'm fine," John assured him, flashing his usual cocky grin.
 
"Time to roll," he grinned and before Justin could say anything else he was already darting off with the rest of the team onto the field.

Alright,
 
Justin told himself,
 
show time.
 
And with that in mind he steeled his resolve, put his head in the zone and ran out onto the field with the rest of the team.
 

After introductions were made, the team gathered along the sideline, listening to Coach give his usual pep talk.
 
Justin found himself only half listening to him.
 
Instead, he was busy taking in the familiar sights and sounds of the big game.
 
These feelings, these sensations that he was experiencing never failed to get his blood pumping hot and pumping fast.
 

The screaming fans, the smell of fresh cut green grass, the cheerleaders doing their thing to get the crowds going, the lights illuminating the field... Heaven.
 
He saw it as his own personal slice of heaven.
 
How could he ever live without all this?

This was his element.
 
This field was his world. 

"Team on three," the Coach announced, finally bringing Justin's attention back to him.

The rowdy group of boys all moved to put their hands in the center of the cock- eyed circle that they managed to form.
 
 

"One." The coach yelled and a tickle on unease ran down the back of Justin's neck.
 

"Two."
 
Justin heard the Coach count out again and his body suddenly started to heat, sweat beading up high on his brow.
 

"Three."
 
The final count sounded and a gnawing feeling that was becoming almost impossible to ignore started to prickle at Justin's inner thighs, making him feel damn near uncomfortable.
 

"Team!”
 
The roar went up
 
simultaneously
 
around him and all Justin could think about was how he could inconspicuously scratch at his crotch.
 
What in the hell is going on?

"Justin!"
 
Coach focused in on him and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
 
Justin stared back at him, struggling to pay attention with the irritation that was now building like a wild fire in between his legs.

"Let's knock them out with the one-two punch.
 
You and John run the Statue of Liberty play.
 
That should put up some fast points on the board."

Justin bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, the acrid taste of blood filling his mouth instantly.
 
His groin was now itching something fierce and it took everything that he had in him to not bawl like a baby right there in front of Coach.
 
That would have been beyond embarrassing.
 

"Mmm hmmm." Justin haphazardly mumbled because at this point, he couldn't find the words to speak.
 
The itch was turning into a burn and it was driving him insane.

Coach slapped him hard on his helmet. "Go get em' tiger."
 
Justin tried to shoot a positive smile but it came out more of a grimace.

The Coach didn't notice though.
 
He just turned and headed to the bench, leaving Justin to take the field.
 
While he half walked, half ran to take his place in the huddle, Justin breathed out raggedly.
 
The itching was getting even worse, painful even.
 
It felt almost like he had a scorching fire burning hot in his pants.
 
It was so bad that he could think of nothing else other than the wanting, no the
 
needing
 
of immediate relief.
 

Unfortunately, there was no relief in sight.

When he finally reached the center of the huddle after his
 
torturous
 
walk, Justin noticed John standing off to the side, clawing mercifully at his groin too.
 
His face was pinched with pain and it was then that the truth dawned on him.
 

L
ifting his head, he glanced up into the bleachers.
 
His eyes scanned the crowd.
 
It took him all of five seconds to find out what, or rather whom, it was that he was looking for.
 

A
nd what do you know.
 
There she was, smiling crookedly at him.
 
Her eyes danced with laughter as she stood and rubbed mockingly at both sides of her inner legs.
 
It was the she devil herself and she had finally made good on her promise of payback at the worst possible time.

“Da
mn it!" Justin cursed under his breath.
 
He might as well just bend on over now he figured, because she just found the perfect way to screw him up the ass-
 
royally.
 

Chapter 9
 
 

Sitting up in the stands Chloe couldn’t wait to see his face.
 
This was going to be the revenge of all revenges, the ultimate retribution that she hungered for and it was going to be the epic of all epicness.
 
 
 
 

 
For the briefest of moments there was a small pang of guilt that
 
assuaged
 
her when she thought back to how excited John had looked when he first saw her on her door step.
 
His smile of appreciation was sincere and just about undid her.
 
Frowning, she rubbed at the back of her neck uncomfortably.

 
“What’s wrong?”

She turned to Erica and quickly pushed out of her mind all thoughts of John.
 
The guilt moment was brief, but then it was gone.
 
She had to remember first and foremost exactly who and
 
what
 
John was.
 
At the end of the night when it all came down to it, he would be no different than the rest of them.
 
He was after all, a master player.
 
He would surely expect to get in her pants and that is why she had to do what she was doing, for propriety’s sake if nothing else.
 

“Nothing,” she quickly replied and shot her cousin a telling smile. “At least not anymore.”

Erica beamed brightly back at Chloe, her eyes wide.
 
“So it’s done then.”
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Nodding Chloe answered. “Yep, it’s done.
 
This game should be… let’s say… entertaining.”
 
Entertaining she thought was putting it mildly.
 
This game should be out and out hilarious if all goes as she had originally planned.
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
The crowd went up in a roar and both girls turned their gazes back to the field.
 
The team filed out in typical male fashion, hooting and hollering, beating on their chest.
 
Instead of a bunch of male teenagers, one would think that they were a bunch of primordial gorillas, jumping the way that they were.
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
“There he is,” Erica pointed out.
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Chloe followed her hand and sure enough, there he was.
 
The one guy that had been the bane of her existence all week.
 
The one guy that represented all of the guys who had ever thought that they were God’s gift to human kind.
 
Justin Pinnix.
 
And he was about to be in for one hell of a rude awakening.
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Beside him Chloe easily spotted John and she couldn’t help but to try and stifle a giggle.
 
He was already clawing at his groin and he was being pretty obvious about it.
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
“You see it too,” Erica commented not bothering to hide her smile.
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Chloe didn’t have to look at Erica to see the smile on her face.  She could hear the amusement in the way she talked.
 
“Hell yeah!  And think, this is just the beginning.”
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
She laughed and agreed.
 
“Yeah, it’s too bad that Justin had scouts coming out tonight.
 
He’ll probably lose his precious scholarship now.”
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Turning her head, Chloe stared back at her cousin not sure she head her correctly.
 
She felt a note of dread begin to wind its way into her chest.
 
“Did you say scouts… as in from colleges?”
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
“Yeah,” she replied flippantly as if it was no big thing.
 
Erica kept her eyes trained on the field while Chloe seriously started to second guess what she had just done.
 
She wanted to embarrass the guy, maybe teach him a lesson or two in humility but she didn’t want to ruin his chances at getting into a decent school, on a scholarship no less.
 
“Why didn’t you mention this before?” she asked her cousin skeptically.
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
This time Erica was the one to glance over her shoulder and shrug.
 
“I didn’t think it mattered.”
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
“Mattered,” Chloe squelched.
 
“What if he blows his chances at getting into a decent school?
 
Then it‘s my fault.”
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
She rolled her eyes and turned back to the field.
 
“Please Chloe.
 
What about when he posted your phone number on those posters and plastered them all over the school?
 
What about when he put your number on the side of your car and advertised ‘For a good time call you’?”
 
She sneered at her last comment.