Chapitre 69: Chapter 69: Jordan

MY SHOULDER IS badly bruised but no lasting damage. My entire body feels like it was mushed beneath three-hundred-pound football players because it was. I enter the locker room after the physical therapist clears me. I have a large icepack wrapped around my shoulder when the team trudges in from the field.

Several players ask how I'm doing and I actually think they might care. Then I hear Kelson open his mouth to a few other players. "She had the ball between her tits; it's the only way she could hold on," he says and laughs.

Asshole.

Two players standing in front of me hear the exchange. Their damn eyes go straight to my breasts and it pisses me off. They turn away and listen as Kelson continues flapping his lips. Eyes shift away from me when I look to other players and that pisses me off even more. What the fuck do I need to do to prove myself?

I lift the ice off my shoulder and lay it on the closest bench.