Sharon’s POV

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I watched Chloris from across the field. I knew it was her. She was behind the plan that got me locked in the changing room. I had never felt so angry before. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind, but I held myself back. Not yet.

Derrick had walked me back to the field. After he broke me out of the changing room, he suggested I sneak out to avoid the other players seeing what I was wearing. ...