Dave's t-shirt was sticking to his back, defining his muscles perfectly, his trousers heavy with water. I swept my own hair back off my face, spraying... the carpet with droplets. Awkwardly Dave moved past me, quietly saying"I'll get you some dry clothes". He peeled off his sopping t-shirt, and rummaged through his open wardrobe, knocking things out of the way. I stood in the centre of his room, watching the muscles on his back rippling. He turned with pyjamas in his hands, and offered them to. Then we found out we'd been matched against Cougars out of Pasco. The number one ranked team in the state. We were ranked eighth, but that was before we crushed the Huskies. The Cougars, knowing weeks ago they were in the bowl, had played on Wednesday and were fresh.A lot of people having tickets for the Halloween Bowl didn't even show up for our game. They missed a hell of a contest.The Cougars won the coin toss and elected to receive. Bart Hayes, the running back being courted by every. As the beat of the song changed, the boy behind her leaned down and half-shouted over the music, "I know you don't go to our school. I would recognize you. Are you a friend of Steve's?"Linnea laughed. She'd passed as a high school student. She wanted to turn and kiss the boy for the unintentional compliment he'd paid her. Instead, she leaned her head back on his shoulder and said, "I'm a friend of the family."The boy nodded. He had sandy, blond hair and a strong chin, "I'm Doug."Linnea missed a. Her fingers began to shake as fear seeped in. "B-but I didn't know." she argued."The rule book is given out to each student every year. How could you not know? Did you not read it?" she asked patronizingly. It was a rhetorical question. Both of them knew it. Of course Clara never read the rule book.Clara knew from this moment she was in trouble. All the confidence and determination she had this morning vaporized instantly. She thought she had everything covered. In fact, the heels was the.