Ace
“Andrews put the phone away. I better not see any more distractions. Pull your head out of your asses and let's f*****g go!”
I glanced up, seeing Coach Wheeler pointing at me from across the locker room as I let out a heavy size.
“Yes Coach.”
Turning back towards my locker, I subtly glanced over my shoulder, seeing the Coach had moved on to berating someone else and quickly took advantage of the extra time that just bought me.
“Where the f**k are you Princess.” I murmured, pulling up the tracking app I installed.
I needed my good luck charm more than ever tonight.
Ari texted me about an hour ago, saying she was just finishing up in the cafe and should be here before the game starts.
But the little dot on my screen would suggest otherwise. She was still there.
Why the f**
