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The locker door I was standing in front of closed and a strong arm was placed in front of my view.

"Can I help you?" I asked sarcastically while turning to face my boyfriend. He had an almost blank look on his face. His hand stayed against my now closed locker. "We need to talk."

I crossed my arms and leaned against the cool blue metal, waiting for Finn to spit out whatever was obviously on his mind. When he wouldn't speak, I did. "Is this about what happened today?"

"You mean when you got knocked on you ass twice in a row? Yeah." Finn said before crossing his own arms and leaning against the lockers, mirroring my stance. The corners of his lips were slightly downturned.

"Finn, I'm fine. Besides, this was one time. Name another time where I got knocked on my ass like that." I pointed out. I was not in the mood to argue with him.

"You're right. You don't." Obviously I wasn't going to win the argument that easily, so I waited for Finn to continue. And believe me, he did. "You're the one usually knocking others on their asses. Because it only hurts the person on the ground, not the person who just rammed into them."

"I think you are over reacting. You never had a problem with it before and I was told I could play sports." I fired back calmly. Neither one of us wanted to get into a fight so our voices were low and quiet. There was a huge difference between an argument and a fight and I was trying to steer clear of the later. We did not need that right now.

"I never had a problem with it before because you weren't pregnant before." Finn almost hissed in a low whisper. "I'm more than sure that Dr. Simpson would not agree with whatever the hell just happened on that field. You could have very easily hurt yourself or the baby if you fell flat on your stomach instead of your side."

My eyes studied his concerned face. Finn's eyebrows were pulled together and his dirty blonde hair looked like he ran his hands through it one too many times. "Finn, I'm two weeks from the second trimester. Falls shouldn't hurt anyone until the late half of the second trimester and the third." I said gently.

Of course, Finn already had a retort. He was nothing if not prepared. "Yes for a regular fall. Not getting hit in the side with a metal shaft before being slammed into the ground then smashed between two 180lbs plus men. Not to mention the fact that you got hit so hard you skidded a good foot on the turf. Sean wasn't kidding when he said that's some compilation level shit."

Even I had to admit, that both of those hits would have made it on one of those viral YouTube videos with millions of views. I'd be tempted to upload it myself but I'm pretty sure Coach wouldn't be into that. Nike might not be into me getting my ass kicked either.

Oh well, I already signed the contact so that's their problem.

"Look, I'm just concerned. Most pregnant women aren't playing contact sports. I'm not just concerned about the baby, in concerned about you. What happens if you get hurt and it causes complications? Despite what you seem to think, you can't tough your way through a pregnancy. You need to be careful." Finn said, his voice softening. His right arm uncrossed from his left as he rested it on my upper left arm, his warmth radiating through my bare skin. "I don't want to scare you but I also don't want to lose you."

It was hard to argue with a man who's in the middle of telling you that he doesn't want you to get hurt. I closed my eyes before letting out a breath. "Okay. I'll be more careful. Would that make you happy?" Being careful wouldn't stop people from body slamming into me and Finn knew it. He must have know this conversation wouldn't get far because he agreed with me before waiting for me to finish grabbing my stuff.

We were walking to the cafe together to get our daily free lunch when my phone binged. It was twitter saying I was mentioned in a post. I unlocked the smartphone and tapped on the notification. When the twitter bird disappeared I saw it was a thirty second video clip of me getting literally mashed. It looked to be from the tape recordings of our practices that Coach uses to review performance.

A glance at the user explained it all. Jason. Fucking Jason.

TheRealMalfoy: @Freemason I would make fun of you for this but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have even got up after the first go.

I couldn't help but snort. Finn looked over at me from the salad bar and raised an eyebrow. I showed him the scream while using me free hand to add chicken to my salad. Finn rolled his eyes but I saw the smirk on his face that he tried to conceal by looking back down at his food. He would never admit he found it funny, just like that time I passed out in court, but I knew he was dying of laughter on the inside. Freemason: @TheRealMalfoy You're just jealous I get more action than you. Besides, we all know I have more balls than you.

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I tweeted back at Jason while bring my lip to hold in my laughter. My thumb clicked the power button on my phone before I slipped it into my back jean pocket and finished building my free lunch.

Jason had been relishing in his newfound followers since the Nike interview aired and the photoshoot got printed. All five of us gained a substantial amount of followers since then. I already had a good chunk since I was on the news practically everyday and because I got into a twitter fight with one of sports most prominent analysts.

I didn't use twitter often but some how I had around 968k followers. My instagram had less but I was much more active on that platform.

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At this point I was mostly posting pictures of Finn and I with the occasional picture form the gym but those were far and in between. We weren't allowed to take our phones to training so I only got to take pictures on the off chance that I went to the gym outside of practice (and I obviously don't have much time for that). Besides, Finn basically runs my account. He loves taking couple photos.

But I definitely wasn't complaining.

I don't know why Instagram verified me but they did. Maybe Nike pulled some strings for me or maybe I was on the news enough. Either way, I again; wasn't complaining.

I heard Jason walking in behind us, his loud footsteps a dead giveaway. I turned on my head to face him as he picked up a pre-made grilled chicken sandwich from a metal tray under a food lamp and continued to walk down the line until he passed Finn and I. "Let's go losers! We're going to be late!" He called while we watched his figure leave the cafe through the corridors.

I glanced at Finn on my left where he was already rolling his green eyes and scoffing. The two of us fell into step together as we crossed the white tile floor of the cafe, avoiding the four seater wooden square tables and chairs. Finn opened the wooden corridor and held it open as I walked through the door. "He thinks we're the losers? He does know he's the designated third wheel right?" I commented while opening the outer metal door.

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Finn passed me and I let the door go as we crossed the luke warm parking lot. It seemed as though the weather couldn't make its mind up. It wasn't hot but it wasn't cold. At least it was dry in the air and not humid. It made for a nice fall day, the kind where you could smell the leaves and the crisp air.

The parking lot was almost empty, just our Suburban and a few various trucks and sedans in the back of the lot. Jason already had the engine running like the time freak he was.

"Be sure to remind of him that later on." Finn commented as we rounded the back of the Suburban. He opened the trunk and I chucked my bag and my lacrosse stick in with his. The trunk slammed shut and I took my seat in the back of the car. Finn sat in the front with Jason most of the time but I didn't mind. I had room to stretch out, and room to study on crammed days.

"Hey Jason? What are you doing for Thanksgiving?" I asked as he put his phone on the center console and pulled out of the parking lot. A Migos song played in the background but it was turned down low. Jason wasn't much of a music person when he was driving.

"Staying here." He said duly while pulling onto the highway. That answer got Finn's attention too, he was watching Jason now.

"Why?" I asked cautiously.

"Dad's in jail and Mom's a Korean immigrant in California who doesn't care for American holidays." He responded simply. Jason never talked about his family and I could see why. I would feel reluctant to talk about my parents if they were in prison.

"You should come home with us." Finn jumped in before I could offer the same thing. Both of our houses had multiple guest rooms and our fathers would be more than welcoming of a guest for a weekend. I couldn't see Jason's face from my seat, but Finn must have seen reluctance because he started to try and convince our friend. "Come on man. You're both our friends. Our fathers are never home if that's what your worried about and we have more than enough space to accommodate you. We're driving up with Sam the day before. You should tag along."

"It's better than being alone." I pointed out while watching the dull DC landscape flutter by the window of the car.

Silence filled the car as we awaited Jason's decision. Finally he sighed. "Why the hell not? I'll go."

I couldn't help but smile at the notion of my dinner table getting one seat bigger.