You Don’t Have a Shot by Racquel Marie EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Racquel Marie
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COACH IS GOING TO KILL US.
Like actually our-asses-are-grass, possibly-bench-us-for-all-of-senioryear Kill Us. In my defense, I only went to the beach with the rest of the
team last night to keep them out of trouble and make sure they at least
marginally practiced. But given that I brought the Aguardiente just to spite
Dad, lit the bonfire that poured smoke into their lungs since I didn’t want
them to freeze, then proceeded to lead the girls in intense, tipsy drills well
into the evening, redistributing the blame doesn’t bode well for me.
Besides, we’re not that late.
I check the time on my phone. Shit.
Still scrubbing my teeth and tongue clean of any lingering booze, I
shout around my toothbrush that Ovie and Dina need to haul ass or I’m
leaving them behind and telling Coach to let the benchwarmers take a crack
at their positions. They’re two of our best players and Ovie is Coach’s
daughter, so it’s an empty threat. But when you’re captain, it’s inevitable
that you make it every once in a while, even to your best friends.
“Checking that your breath is fresh for when you see your girlfriend?”
Dina’s head pops into the doorway, her short, dark curls already pulled into
a high ponytail and fly-aways pushed back with navy-blue prewrap that
matches our jerseys.
I spit into the sink. “Some of us just care about basic hygiene.” I toss
her my deodorant.
“Stench is a secret weapon, my friend,” she replies, winking.
Thankfully, she still uncaps the deodorant and applies it liberally. None of
us had time to shower and, even wearing our clean uniforms that we doused
in an ancient bottle of vanilla body spray we found in Ovie’s bag, we reek.
“Don’t get Vale all flustered before the game!” Ovie shouts as she runs
past the bathroom, slides in hand. Her voice echoes down the hall.
“Dammit, where are my cleats?”
“Go help your actual girlfriend before we end up later than we already
are,” I tell Dina. She rolls her eyes but leaves. If Ovie’s cheer moments later
is any indication, Dina found her cleats.
I splash my face with water and kick Dina’s bathroom door shut before
I do what I always do before a big game. I give myself seven seconds to
panic. Seven seconds to worry that this’ll be it—our winning streak over,
my best shot at a college scholarship out the door, another victory for
Leticia and failure in Dad’s eyes.
1. The Hillcrest Tigers have a top-tier coach who was flown in from
Brazil to train them. I love Coach, but her credentials don’t
compare, and their season’s undefeated streak rivals our own.
2. The Venn diagram of players who got wasted last night and players
who sprinted up and down the sand for hours per my equally wasted
commands, ankles and knees wobbling about, would be a nearly
perfect circle. If anyone got more than four hours of sleep and
didn’t wake up sore, it would be a miracle.
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