Page 91 of Penalty Shots

"Yeah," he says.

"It's not a competition."

He laughs, and I punch him in the arm. He punches me back, just slightly more aggressively.

"Guess I'll see you on the calendar tour."

I nod. "See you, Bonner."

He leaves out the door that leads to the parking lot. And for the first time, I'm actually grateful for the dude.

I still think he's a soccer douche with a sexy Australian accent that I'd never be able to achieve even if I practiced it day and night—which would only serve to drive everyone around me crazy.

But he's a soccer douche with emotional maturity. And I can respect that.

I hear some shouting down the hall.

"Ladies! Ladies!" I hear Toby shout.

There's a thump against the door.

Oh shit. Are Rina and Jenny getting into it?

I jiggle the door to the office. Another loud thump.

What the hell is going on?

I bang on the door but the shouting is still going on inside.

"What's all that about?" Zane asks, coming down the hall. "I can hear them from the locker room."

"Help me get the door!" I tell him.

"Stand back." He lines his foot at the corner of the door and kicks it hard, pulling it off the hinges and sending it flying open.

"Hey!" Toby yells.

And before we're able to fully understand what we're seeing. Jenny pulls the giant sumo helmet off her face.

"Excuse us!" Jenny says, annoyed.

"What is going on here?" I say, looking at the other person standing there in a sumo suit, too.

"We're testing out the new suits," Rina says, removing her helmet.

"What—why?"

"It's for an event we're putting together," Jenny says. "Not that it's any of your business."

"Will there be dancing at this event?" I ask.

"Maybe," Rina says.

"Will there be food?" Zane asks.

"Most likely," Jenny says.

"Are we invited?" We both ask.