The Locker Room Meghan Quinn Novelas e Histórias

she added as she kissed his cheeks enthusiastically leaving purple toned lipstick behind and deliberately not telling him about it. Emily took Meg inside, showing her to the powder room, and watched as Owen wrestled Megan’s luggage down the hall to the bedroom the band had decided would be a spare. “How long is she staying again?” Owen whispered as he went past. “Are you sure she is not moving in?” “I heard that,” Megan swatted his behind as she stepped out of the bathroom, and Owen flashed her a grin. “Alright, grand tour, sis,” she linked arms with Emily. James was in the lounge area trying to look casual and stood when they entered. “Hey, Meg,” he flashed her a grin that was pathetic in i

“The ranking system keeps everything in order. And just so you know everyone here follows it.” “Of course they do.” I said under my breath and didn’t say anything else as she stopped in front of a locker and tapped her fingers against it. “Locker 246. This one is yours Aria.” I stepped forward hesitantly as I looked at the tall lockers, they were bigger than the ones we had back home. I turned to ask Maya something about keeping snacks in them when I noticed her staring at the locker beside mine. Locker 245. I saw something flicker across her eyes that looked like hesitation and a bit of fear?

She smiled up at me. "Then you're in luck, baby, because everything I have planned for this weekend is you and me together." I paused, considering. "Well, except Friday night, when I have to be in bed alone early, and Saturday during the game. I love you, Mia, but I wouldn't want to have to protect you from Tennessee State's offensive line on the field." She laughed. "True." I held the door for both girls as we went into the lobby. Quinn glanced around with wide eyes. "Wow, this is beautiful. It makes Birch's buildings look pretty utilitarian."

When it's finally open, we walk in and I stand in shock. "Where is everything?" I ask, there's a mattress on the floor with a sheet. A small pile of clothes in the corner, then nothing. "This door can only be locked from outside," Yori points and I now realise there's no keyhole on the inside. This raises far more questions than before now as well. Why would they want to lock Quinn in his room? Why doesn't he have the basic things? Opening the door, I shout up Maxwell and Michelle. "Did you find something?" She asks.

Chevy asked. "it's Axton, Megan said he locked himself inside his room"

Curiosity had the better of him and he peeped inside. Three large screens were the only source of light in the room, and someone backed him in a gaming chair, tapping away at the keyboard. He moved in quietly and realized it was Megan. The glow from the monitors bathed her face in soft blue light, her brows furrowed in focus. She didn’t even notice that someone else was in the room. The screen displayed different codes and symbols that looked like something encrypted. “What are you doing?,” Connor drawled. Megan jumped slightly and spun around in her chair. “Jesus-”

Jordan huffs as she runs faster to keep up with me. “It’s in my contract. Your dad and friends have an open invitation.” She smiles and I wish I hadn’t removed her lipstick earlier. “Quarterbacks are so spoiled,” she says on a laugh. We run a few more miles and finish up our warmup. There will be a short meeting before official practice begins. Again, I find it hard to resist taking Jordan’s hand as we walk back to the locker room. I’ve turned into a complete pussy when it comes to this woman and I honestly don’t give a damn. The glaring emptiness of Kelson’s locker is no longer staring at us because thankfully Bobby has moved Fergus’ items over. There is a problem, though. Each locker has a

Her mother, it seemed, had a keep sake with this people, whoever they were, and she, JoJo, was supposed to retrieve whatever it was now. And it was further coming together for her even as the woman rambled on and on about shit she wasn't even listening to. Whatever it was Meghan had hidden here and away from the eyes of every one was too important and very obviously what those men wanted, it was what they had her sister for. It bugled her mind to imagine what she'd find inside one of these lockers, the one that belongs to her mother. Probably have for the past ten years. "....with that in mind, you can go on ahead."

Yesterday someone inked ‘whore’ onto her locker and she made the o into a blushing smiley. Zayn had a frown etched onto his face from constantly trying to dodge the huge fan~board Gracie was holding that said; MEGHAN IS QUEEN #4. My eyes met with hers and she screamed what I made out to be: you can do it sis! The bleachers were overcrowded and the cheers deafening, almost drowning out the screams of my teammates. Pokello was playing center while I was the small forward. We needed at least three goals, two if we could get them from behind the three point line.

I asked, starting to get worried about Meg. “Meg is in Scotland right now. She finished her program last month.” “Does Quinn know? He has been waiting so long for her to come back.” I’m starting to get an idea of how Quinn has been feeling waiting for the woman that you love. Dad nods his head. “Yeah, he knows about her being in Scotland, not about the hunters, that you need to keep to yourselves. I know that they have been talking through text and calls. He may not like her still being there, but he understands why she’s doing it.”