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on how I needed to play more aggressively. Tomorrow morning we would hear all of this over again as we watched the game on film. I couldn’t wait to watch how badly I played the first half.
    The entire time he was ranting, all I could think about was getting back out into the arena and finding her.
    As more time passed, I grew even more impatient. My legs were bouncing, my hands were clenched, and my eyes were glued on the door. I couldn't listen to him anymore, but I couldn't leave either.
    I started to plan how I would make my escape as soon as he finished lecturing us. When he let us go, I did the exact opposite. My eyes remained glued to the door and my hands were now dripping with sweat. I was frozen. What would I even say to her?
    “Still in shock about breaking the record? I would be too!” I heard the voice but chose to ignore it. Right now, I wasn’t interested in carrying on a conversation with anyone except for one person.
    Looking up at the clock, I noticed the time. Jumping up out of my seat and rushing toward the door, I didn’t realize how much time I had spent debating if I should go talk to her or not. Now I may not even have a chance.
    I didn't see her anywhere. The only people that were left in the arena were the cleaning crew and a few other workers. Disappointment filled me. The nerves disappeared since I had no reason to be nervous anymore. It wasn't until I turned around to head back toward the locker room that I noticed them.
    Two girls were walking up the stairs toward the exit. I didn't even realize what I was doing until I had already yelled to get their attention.
    “Excuse me,” my voice carried throughout the empty arena. The girls stopped and turned around on instinct. Pointing to themselves, they wanted to confirm that I was indeed trying to get their attention. They seemed to be pretty shocked when I started running up the stairs toward them. I met the giggling girls halfway.
    “Hi. Sorry if you were leaving, but I have a question. This may seem weird, so…well, I guess I’ll just ask.” Both of them continued to stare at me with surprised and confused looks on their faces. “Do either of you know what the girl's name was, the one who was sitting right next to the bench?” I pointed in the direction in which she was sitting earlier. “She was wearing a yellow sweater, long brown—”
    Before I could finish, one of the girls interrupted me.
    “Yes! I know her. Why do you ask?” She was inquisitive, and based on the tone of her voice, I could tell she not only knew her, but she was close to her.
    “I have a question I need to ask her but never got a chance to tonight. Do you have her number by any chance? We have a class together, and it’s about homework,” I lied. I didn’t want to seem like a creep.
    The other girl didn't hesitate. “Ah, a class together. I see. Her name is Zoe, and here’s her number,” she said enthusiastically while reaching for her phone. It was obvious she knew I was lying.
    “Thanks!” After entering her number in my phone, I almost tripped trying to back away down the stairs.
    About to click onto a new message, I froze again. Just do it, I told myself. Just do it. I was so nervous, but why?
    The pit in my stomach only grew deeper as soon as I pressed “send.”
    Who was this girl, and why was she doing this to me? Why did she make me feel this way?

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Zoe
     
     
    At the sound of the buzzer, I quickly picked up my things so I could make my escape. Although the game wasn't nearly as bad as I anticipated it would be, Christian caught me staring at him. My fast and abrupt exit allowed for me to leave the area without any confrontation from him.
    Walking quickly up the stairs, I found my way to the concourse. As I weaved in and out of the crowd of fans leaving, all of their voices filled my head. I watched as the little girl next to me tugged at her father's hand and asked him if she was going to be able to get