12
EVE
We won the first game five–nil and the second game two–nil, which put us in the championship match on Sunday afternoon. My legs felt like they’d been run over. After nearly a hundred eighty minutes of continuous play, I was surprised that I could still stand.
“I need a shower,” Julian said.
Hollin cackled, shaking out his long hair, raining sweat down on the rest of the players.
“Gross, Hollin!” Annie said, smacking him on his sweaty chest. “I do not understand how Piper puts up with you.”
“She doesn’t,” Julian said. “She puts him in his place.”
“Fucker,” Hollin said. He grabbed Julian by the neck and mussed his hair, which had somehow stayed perfectly in place the entire two games.
“Hey!” Julian roared.
And then the two were on the ground, wrestling. Like idiots.
I looked
