QUINN
“Mr. Ganbar gave me clipboards and score sheets for the whole weekend,” I told Tay and Becca as we met in the hallway after school on Friday. “He said that we would meet a girl there named Maddison Fronapple, that was in charge of us for the weekend.”
“I guess she is the senior stat girl?” Tay guessed. I shrugged, handing her one of the clipboards.
“She is supposed to tell us how the tournament works and what to do. We are just supposed to check in with the coach and ride the bus. Also, he said to sit in the front with the coaches, so we don’t distract the team,” I told them.
“And if the distraction is mutual,” Becca purred.
“Slut,” Tay teased her.
“Are you girls catching the bus?” Ricky asked, coming up from behind us. He had a duffel bag in his hand.
“Yea,” I said. “We’r
