The Football players Feisty Girl
I keep my spine straight, chin up, refusing to give any of them the satisfaction of watching me shrink, even as heat crawls up my neck fast enough that the whole room can probably see it.
“Hey,” one of the guys near the drink station calls out, grinning at his friends before turning it on me,
“I’ll spot you the eight dollars. All you gotta do is treat me right after. Maybe get on your knees and show a little gratitude.”
The words land with a slick, ugly edge that makes my skin crawl.
“Fuck that,” another guy calls from a nearby table, leaning back in his chair with a grin.
“I’ll buy your whole lunch. You can pay me back by spending the night with me.”