“I sure did, Blakely. And I was pretty good, too. You know, a lot of big actors start off in high school.” Still damp, but anxious to leave, I used the long answer to hop into my underwear.
Kurt and Jim looked over, as did a few of the other guys; nobody challenged Rick. Was I mocking him? Knocking him? What was I doing?
As if sensing the throw-down, Rick fired back, “Yeah, big gay actors. You realize that if you get the part, you can’t take it, right?”
“And why is that?” I slipped my t-shirt over my head, gaining confidence with each layer of clothing.
“Conflicts with soccer dude. Team needs you.”
I couldn’t believe this. Mr. Score-All-The-Goals-Alone was suddenly needy.
“Rick, why is it that we’re only a team when you want something? There’s no ‘I’ in team, but there’s plenty of ro
