I had a different picture for the jerseys but my sister and my brothers told me it was ugly and didn't match the mascot, so I changed it. Hope this one isn't ugly. Lol.
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By the time I had reached North Carolina, the sun was no longer out and the blue sky had clouded over.

But now that I was at Raleigh the rain was pouring down and the thunder rumbled in the distance.

This was definitely not the kind of weather I wanted to drive home in. But unfortunately that seems to be the case.

I parked the Jeep and reached for my bag.

Remembering that I hadn't emptied it after the last robbery.

I poured the contents of the bag in the pile that had accumulated in my back seat.

I'm sure it be quite the sight to see, a girl in a black hoodie hoarding football jerseys.

I put the strap of the empty bag over my shoulder, pulled my hood up, and made a break from the car to the front entrance.

I tried to yank the door open, but it wouldn't budge.

"You've got to me kidding me right now." I mumbled, frustrated.

I jogged around the sides of the building until I found a side entrance. It too, was locked.

"Oh, come on!" I yelled, exasperated.

A deep chuckled came from behind me, causing me to jump. Spinning around I came to face a brunette boy, standing in the pouring rain, football gear on and helmet it hand.

"Having some trouble?" He asked, approaching  me.

His long legs took him to me in a matter of seconds.

"Is it that obvious?" I replied.

"Your just trying to pen the wrong door." He said reaching fro the handle on the left.

The yellow door opened with ease, and I chided myself for not having tried that.

"Thanks." I spoke, stepping into the warm building.

"No problem. Always willing to help out a pretty girl like you."

His comment caused my cheeks to heat up slightly, and I looked down at the ground to avoid eye contact.

"But can I ask what you're doing?"

"I got something for Ethan King, but I couldn't find him outside." I explained.

"Yeah, he's in the weight room with the rest of then team." He pointed down the hallway.

"How come you aren't with them?"

"Showed up late to practice and coach said I'd have to run laps after, but then it started raining, and everyone went inside, and I still had to run my laps." He chuckled.

"Oh," I nodded. "Thanks for the help." I waved as I headed in the direction of the weight room.

Only one hallway had the lights on, giving the building an eerie feeling. Almost like someone was going to come up behind me and there would be no one to hear me scream.

Wow I just freaked myself out. I shivered and quickened my pace, not wanting to alone in the place any longer.

As I approached the room I could hear Fireflies, by Owl City playing.

The yellow door was left slightly ajar, and the song blasted from the speakers stationed in each corner.

A man wearing an A.H. High jacket with 'COACH' written across the sleeve, sat at a desk against the closest wall.

The large room was filled with shirtless guys, running on treadmills, benching and squatting weights, doing pull ups, arm curls, push ups, and sit ups.

If I could, I'd stay and watch forever.

The coach looked up at me as I entered the loud space.

He tipped his chin at me, and I spoke.

"I have a letter for Ethan King." I almost yelled, trying to make my voice above the music.

He nodded again and yelled across the room.

"KING!" He jabbed his thumb in my direction.

A boy who was jumping rope next to the weight rack, hung the jump rope over his bare shoulder.

As much as I hate this guy for what he did to Callie, I had to admit, he was hot.

But he was a dick.

His blonde hair was slightly darker from having been out in the rain.

"Here." I shoved the white envelope again his chest, just wanting to get this interaction over with.

He looked down at his chest where my hand still held the letter. Removing my hand he took the letter and ripped it open.

His icy blue eyes scanned the letters as a smirk spread across his pink lips.

He didn't even say anything to me before he strode over to his coach and gave him the news.

Remind me to keep this asshole's jersey as long as I could.

I didn't want to stay any longer, I dipped out of the doorway and wandered the empty halls in search of the change room, the pounding music  fading away.

I kept pushing open doors, but most of them were locked.

But then I heard someone coming down the hall. I ducked in to another hall, and watched the guy that helped me before, turn a corner and head in the direction where I had just been walking.

That was a close one.

Double checking to make sure he was gone, I made a guess that the locker room was most likely in the same hall that he had come from.

And I was right. A door with a plaque next to it that said 'Room 173 Out Door Locker Room.'

The jerseys were all hanging up neatly on hangers, still dripping water.

Great. Now my bag's gonna be all wet.

I sigh over dramatically and shoved the damp yellow pieces of clothing in to my bag.

It was easy to get all of them, as they were hung up.

The only team I haven't stolen all the jerseys from was Dean's team. Maybe I could go back and get them later.

I decide to make my exit from the other door that led outside, an attempt to minimize the possibility of getting caught.

I reached my car and threw the bag in the back.

I was not wasting another minute, I wanted to get home ASAP.

I really wanted to take a nap.

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Every single light in my house was out when I pulled in to the driveway.

It was just a little past midnight and I had just gotten home.

God I'm surprised I didn't pass out at the wheel.

I glanced in my rearview mirror at the disaster of brightly coloured sports uniforms.

Maybe it was good thing everyone was asleep. I could easily sneak all my stolen goods up to my room.

I crawled over my seat to the back and began, shoving as many of them into the bag as I could fit.

That turned out to be only thirty seven, leaving me with about seventy more to bring inside.

Guess I'll have to make more than one trip.

I quietly opened the front door and crept up the stairs and to my room.

Emptying my bag on to my queen sized bed and going back downstairs to do it two more times.

I decided the best hiding spot for the smelly jerseys was the huge empty drawer in my walk in closet.

Growing up with my dad making a really decent pay we had a lot of unnecessary and unaided space in the house. My closet being one of them.

I loved clothes, but not enough to be able to fill all the racks, cabinets and drawers. My shoe rack was built to hold fifty pairs of shoes, but at the moment it only had six pairs on it.

Im sure there'd be enough space for me to hide a few teams worth of jerseys for about a week or so.

I turned off all my lights and didn't bother to change out of my clothes. I collapsed on to my bed.

Opening the chatroom app, I got to read some more of the recent messages.

Ethan: Yo, I just got outta practice and someone stated my whole team's jerseys. Did that happen to y'all?

Keenan: Bruh...

Evan: Yo dipshit. That's literally what we've been talking about in this chat. Maybe you should've read the damn chats.

Smith: Chill bro. Give him a break. And yeah all of our jersey's got stolen too.

Dean: Someone keeps taking all the team's jerseys. But we don't really know who they're going for next.

Ethan: Damn. hope we get em back before the games tho. Wearing our practice jerseys doesn't look very good.

Keenan: IK.  I'm low-key stress bout it.

I wanted to keep reading the chats but my eyes couldn't stay open any longer.

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Fifth chapter done. Can't wait until I get to the part of the book when The quarterbacks stay at Bailey's for the tournament. Until then hope you like the book.

~Grace🏈