Page 12 of Offensive Plays

I scoff. "Seriously, Kes? Pervy much? How long have you been standing there?"

I brush past her and squirt way too much soap into my hands.

"Who is it?" she says, facing me in the mirror.

I deadpan into the mirror, meeting her eyes.

"Who's got you so worked up, Lib? You've been staring at your phone and giggling all week. If you've found a new bestie, I need to know."

I rinse my hands and reach behind her to grab the tiny amount of paper the dispenser has allotted. I wave my hand frantically, but only a few more inches come out before I grab it with gusto.

"Nobody's ever gonna replace you, Kes. You're my ride-or-die. My best bitch, ok?" I tilt my head and wait for her to be satisfied.

"But you're jealous." It's a statement, not a question.

I groan. "I don't mean to be...it's just... I kinda miss you and Zane bickering and me getting to swoop in and save the day. Now I feel like an extra. Nobody needs me." I sigh. I sound like a mother whose kids have just moved away from home, and I'm left with the realization that I have no hobbies or friends and don't even know who I am without them.

Kesley drops her arms and reaches for my hand. "You're never an extra, Lib. You've got main character energy down pack."

"I mean, I know I'm cute and all," I say, tossing my red locks back.

"It's true," she smiles. "And we'll always need you. But right now, we need you to be happy. And to find out what that means for you. You've put everyone else around you first, and right now, it's about you. What does Libby need?"

I purse my lips and think of the stranger with the pierced dong. Right now, that's what I need.

A smile tugs on my lips and Kesley turns to the mirror and fixes her hair. "He must be good if he has you doing bad things in public places."

Her eyes meet mine in a knowing glance.

"Oh...he's good," I assure her.

Chapter 3

Michael

"Hicks! Hurry up, we're waiting on you...again," I call up to my perpetually late roommate.

Landry, the owner of this house we all call home, rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"Every freakin' time," he mumbles. "He's worse than my sister."

I pull back the sleeve of my suit to check my watch. If we don't leave right now, we'll catch traffic and end up doing extra laps next practice thanks to our time-challenged left winger.

"Forget it. Let's leave him," he says, grabbing the keys to his Bronco.

I look up the stairs one last time and say, "We're leaving you behind, molasses. You'll have to take your hunk of junk."

"Goddamnit," Hicks cries out.

Landry and I exchange glances before both screaming up, "Jar!"

Hicks appears at the top of the steps with his bow tie still placed around his neck.

"Seriously, that's what's taking you so long?" Landry says to him.

"I'm sorry. Did you guys take some kind of bow tie class in college that I happened to miss?" he says sarcastically as he rips it off and stomps down the steps.

"It's called the internet...you get it for free by mooching off of me," Landry deadpans. "Now let's go, we'll fix it when we get there. Rina's gonna ream our asses."