This was gonna be quite a challenge. Guards stood by the changing rooms, and the guys loitered by my side.

"f we all just stand guard inside the change rooms the Jersey Girl can't get the jerseys to us without getting caught." Evan explained to the others.

"But maybe that'll scare her away and she won't give back the jerseys." Baylor countered.

"She'll have to though," Wyatt stated. "Or she could get in some serious legal trouble."

"That's true." Baylor sigh.

"Why don't we just let her give them back then we check security camera footage." Dean suggested, squeezing my hand reassuringly.

Baylor shook his head. "Dad said the stadium's security footage was too grainy to make anyone out."

"I still don't get how she got past security last time." Ethan wondered.

"Man, she got past all of us. She's just really good." Vylad sigh.

"I swear my team's jerseys were stolen right after Bailey gave me the letter." Ethan said. "You didn't see anyone when you were at the school, did you?"

I shook my head. "Nope, just that guy running laps outside in the rain."

"Did you see anything suspicious when you were at the schools?" Smith asked.

"Come to think of it, when I had to bring the letter to Jaiden, my gps got me lost. I recognized him from the roster list and followed him to the school, but there was this other girl behind me that I thought might have been following me but she turned right before the school." I lied, earring some stares from the others.

"What did she look like?" Ethan questioned.

I shrugged."I wasn't really paying attention. But she was a bit taller than me with black hair. I think. Like I said, I wasn't paying much attention."

Vylad checked the time on his phone. "The teams should be getting here soon, so are we gonna try and catch the Jersey Girl."

"Yeah," Evan nodded. "Worth a shot."

"Let's get some guys near the doors, some at therein entrance and some in the hallways." Zach suggested.

"I'll take post in the girl's washroom, just incase she tried to hide in there." I added, a plan already forming in my head.

Dean shot me a knowing smile. He knew I had a plan, and believed that I could execute it.

The guys all separated into their assigned areas of the stadium, all hyped up to catch the thief. I'd been smart enough to bring my backpack full of jerseys with me into the stadium.

Lucky for me the girl's washroom was empty. The ceiling throughout the stadium was the same as the ceilings in office buildings. White panelled ceiling that one could easily climb inside. I stood on the toilet paper holder, and hoisted myself up on top of the wall of the stall. Pushing one of the panels aside. With a deep breath I pulled myself up inside the ceiling.

I knew that the locker rooms were somewhere to the left, so I began crawling cautiously through the dark space. I push away one of the panels to check where I was. Ethan was standing right below me in the hallway. Frantically I put the panel back and continued crawling forwards.

A checked again, and bingo. I was in the middle of the first locker room, Zach was sitting on the bench eyes trained on the door. I crawled to the right some until I was over top of the shower area. Zach wouldn't be able to see me from here, so I dropped down the jerseys onto the floor. I wish'd I was able to hang them up neatly, but I clouds't risk getting caught.

One done, one to go.

I put the panel back in place and headed over to the next change room. Unfortunately for me, Smith was standing in front of the entrance to the shower area. His back was facing the shower area, and I could drop the jerseys down. But even if he didn't see me dropping the jerseys, there's still a possibility I'd get caught.

Quietly digging through my bag I produced a few mints from a packet, and chucked the across the room, gathering Smith's attention. He walked over to the front door and opened it to see if anyone was there. But he didn't spend enough time looking around the hall for me to drop the jerseys.

Shit.

In desperate need of help I quickly texted Dean.

Me: Can you distract Smith for me?

Dean: Sure. How long?

Me: I need like a minute.

Dean: I'll tell him that I saw a girl running down the hall and I need his help.

Me: That'll work

Me: Thanks babe

A few minutes later Dean rushed into the change room, frantically asking for Smith to help him. They took off down the hall and I quickly dropped all the jerseys. Then I crawled as fast as I could back to the bathroom and crawled out of the ceiling.

Pushing open the bathroom door I saw Ethan looking around, obviously confused.

"What's happening?" I asked him.

"I have no idea." He replied, scratching his neck.

"Did she come this way?" Evan cried as he rounded the corner to us.

"Did who what?" Ethan and I asked in unison.

"Dean saw a girl in a hoodie take off this way." He explained, out of breath.

Before we could ask anymore questions Evan took off down the long hallway, Ethan and I chasing after him. We skidded around the corner almost colliding with Dean, Smith, Baylor and Vylad.

"Where'd she go?!" Dean cried.

I never knew he was good at acting.

"I don't know!" I replied.

"Fuck." Evan panted.

"She got away." Smith sigh in frustration.

"Well, maybe you'll catch her later today at the next game." I stated, hoping to cheer them up.

"Yeah, I guess." Vylad agreed.

"This girl is good." Evan sigh, exhausted.

"Guys!" Zach called from the end of the hallway.

"What?" We called back.

"The jerseys are in the change rooms!"

We all rushed to see what Zach was talking about. Sure enough the boys had found the jerseys all on the floor in the change room.

"How the fuck did she manage that?" Baylor spoke, completely astonished.

"Boys and girl," Owen said, gathering our attention. He clutched a Jersey in his fist. "I think this is an inside job."

A/N: We're getting close to the end of the novel. Are guys excited? Do you think Bailey will get caught? LMK! Also letting you guys know that there is only 3 more chapters left!!!

~Grace🏈