"Congratulations," most of the students appraised Latrelle even the opposite team.

They shook hands and tapped each other's back. Since I'm the maid of Latrelle's family, I lifted his things and handed him a bottle of water and a face towel.

"Is that good?" he made a thumbs up.

He stretched his arm on my shoulder while walking. I felt his sticky sweat arms.

His teammates and other varsity player whistled. The other girls left in the gymnasium stare at me badly.

The envy of the year.

My eyes rolled again.

"You don't need to put your arms on my shoulder. You're not my boyfriend," I madly said and walked...