I held my breath and closed my eyes, hoping it would help me appear invisible. The sting was in full operation. Delilah giggled.
How professional.
Our fourth hotel in as many nights and each time, our room had been compromised with the coach's words. This time we were going to see who did it. Delilah had money on Brett. She was still delusional about boys and girls not being able to be friends. In my heart, I wanted it to be Brady. But to my chagrin, I saw slivers of white paint on Garrett's fingers before yesterday's game. Did he think I needed inspiration? a pick me up?
Was he just being a good friend?
A holler from the end of the hall. Our trap was sprung. I ran out from behind the corner to see our culprit. Delilah seemed laughably small pinning Seth to the wall in front of her. I
