After the fight, Jack and Robbie seemed to be on much better terms. Letting all of your pent up emotions out on another person will do that to you. It may have been their mutual hatred of my dad; thankfully no one held that against me. Or it could have been me, Jack and I became close and I wouldn't have my two best friends hating each other. The thing is, with the friendship, I acquired feelings for him that weren't 'Just friends'. I never had that problem before, with Robbie, Rizzo, or anyone else on the team. Jack and I hung out together a lot, and every time we were alone, I couldn't help but be nervous. I didn't think Dad would see anything wrong with our friendship, but then I remembered overhearing some locker room talk at the U, where people thought Robbie and I were dating. Dad made him do extra sprints for three weeks until I got a chance to set the record straight. I didn't want that to happen to anyone on the team, with all the sprints, and extra practices, I didn't think Jack would make it. Everyone was exhausted as it was. Just as that thought hit me, Dad came out of the locker room and gave me a disapproving stare. As soon as he was out of sight, I pushed through the locker room door.

"Everyone better be decent or just stay in the shower!" I cried, tripping over someone's gear. Stumbling, I landed on the bench next to Rizzo.

"Careful there, and stay quiet, don't want your dad to hear you." He said, reaching out to steady me.

I ignored him. "Do you guys ever talk about me in here? Like so my dad could hear?"

"So what if we do? By the way, you're sitting in my seat." I looked up and there was Jack. He was just standing there, wearing absolutely, positively nothing but a towel. I involuntarily shivered, He was so good looking! His pink-white skin still had drops of water hanging off every curve of his muscles. His damp hair curled around his face and at the base of his neck. I drank in the image of him like that as much as I could, knowing this would certainly be something to look back on. I recovered- a bit late - from the picture as gracefully as one could under the circumstances.

"Yeah well, you can scoot next to me, Rizzo, back to the question- Do you guys talk about me and if so," I shot Jack a look, "What do you say?"

"We don't say anything bad," Pav assured me. Yeah, I was so sure. I noticed Jack and Rizzo exchanging anxious glances behind me.

"What? If you're gonna be all secretive at least tell me what you say!!!" Jimmy picked me up marriage style and carried me out the door then went back inside. "Seriously, just ask Robbie what happens if guys talk about me!" I kicked the door. "Stupid boys"