Spencer Carlin panted as she jogged around the corner of the stadium, her soccer jersey sticking to her body from the sweat and rain. She loved playing games in the rain but the rain that had been pouring during that game was relentless and hard and cold; impeding her vision of what was going on and it was hard to play in those conditions. Not to mention that her socks and therefore her feet were wet which always caused some misery. She shook her head, trying to get some rain out of her eyes as she walked into the bathroom. She needed to change and since her high school was slack they didn’t provide locker rooms and therefore they were forced to change in the locker room. It wasn’t so bad but Spencer had been pulled aside by the coach about next week’s game against their rival and was therefore running late.

            She entered the bathroom, stopping momentarily as she caught sight of the girl that was standing at the sink, talking on her cell phone and trying to brush her hair in the mirror. Spencer vaguely recognized her as the girl that had played forward for the other team and she smiled as she took in the girl. She was gorgeous with curly brown hair and big soulful eyes that were shining in about a million different shades of brown. There was something about the girl that just screamed…cool. There was no other way to phrase it. Spencer smiled at the girl politely and put her bag down on the cement floor.

            “Good game out there,” the girl spoke up, making Spencer look up. Spencer was the star striker for her team and almost brought her team to victory, tonight being no exception. It was her senior year and she was planning on getting to state.

            “Thanks, you too. I’m Spencer Carlin,”

            “Ashley, Ashley Davies.”

            “Listen, you don’t mind if I change right here do you? I hate squeezing into those little stalls.” Ashley smiled as her eyes lit up and she shook her head.

            “I have to change too so it’s no problem.” Spencer smiled gratefully before untying her cleats and throwing them into her bag before drawing off her wet socks, wrinkling her nose at the smell of her sweaty shin guards but she just threw everything into the plastic bag that she kept in her soccer bag for wet clothes. She chanced a glance over at Ashley and blushed when she noticed that Ashley was looking at her too but she just turned back around and bit her lip before pulling off her jersey. She was wearing a black sports bra and it really was no big deal; she went running in just a sports bra all the time but usually her nipples weren’t poking out. “Cold in here,” Ashley commented, making Spencer turn about three shades of red but she got a strangled agreement as she took in Ashley’s toned upper body, her breasts held in with a red sports bra. She relaxed a little bit when she realized that Ashley was just as “cold” as she was.