~SCARLETT~
I bite my lip and take a deep breath before I say, "I saw you leaving the field; I was worried."
It was only partly the truth.
His tongue is against his cheek as he leans closer, "I think you're lying to me, Scarlett. What is the real reason that you're in the boy's locker room tonight?"
I try to breathe. I wasn't ready to ask him, but I knew he wouldn't rest until I told him the truth.
"Did you play poorly today and refuse to accept the award so you wouldn't have to kiss someone from the stand?" I asked him the one question I wanted to ask. I blurt it out all at once. I knew there was no taking it back now that he'd heard it.
He exhales sharply, "Why do you want to know that Scarlett?"
"I just want to know," I whisper. Did I have to tell him why? Shouldn't he alread
