White is for Virgins by S. Eva Necks Page A

stood and chanted his name as he smiled and poured water all over his face and hair.
     
     
    It must’ve felt great: the rush of winning a race and having everyone clap for you. Must suck to be on the losing team; embarrassing.
     
     
    That was why I never tried out for sports; I was so afraid of losing and humiliating myself. I didn’t risk it.
     
     
    The table rocked a little, snapping me out of my daze.
     
     
    I looked up, expecting to see a potential donor, but instead I saw the track star – soaking wet and dripping water.
     
     
    “Excellent race, Fox.” Nina smiled.
     
     
    “Thanks, Nina,” he said, returning her smile, “How’s the donor list coming along?”
     
     
    “It’s not,” I muttered before Nina had a chance to explain our lack of progress in a positive way.
     
     
    Fox furrowed his brow and looked at the list, which only had mine and Nina’s names on it. He scribbled his name down, too, and then walked over to the fence behind us.
     
     
    “What are you doing?” I asked, curiously turning over in the bench to watch him.
     
     
    “How do you get this banner off? Just pull?” He ignored my question, asking his own.
     
     
    I nodded, still confused.
     
     
    With one jerk he ripped the banner off the fence and started dragging it across the grass to the track.
     
     
    “Hey!” I yelled, “What the hell, Fox!”
     
     
    “Emery!” Nina scolded.
     
     
    “Nina, he freakin’ tore the banner down!” I protested. Was she blind? Or just too nice?
     
     
    “Yes, but look,” Nina said, a soft smile playing on her tired face.
     
     
    I reluctantly turned toward the track, hands on hips, preparing to shout out Fox again. But I didn’t.
     
     
    Fox was holding one side of the banner, while Nick took the other, and together they started sprinting down the track. They ran slow enough so the banner wouldn’t whip around in the wind, but fast enough so everyone saw it and could read it.
     
     
    People started cheering them on, and I grabbed the little poster I’d been advertising before and held it up, waving it around for everyone.
     
     
    Sure enough, dozens of people started walking towards our little station to sign up for the drive. We gave them each a form to fill out from the doctor’s office, to make sure they were healthy enough for it.
     
     
    It was amazing… I couldn’t get anyone to sign up, but two hot guys with a banner could get the entire crowd running to join.
     
     
    A cocky Fox came back up to us and placed the folded banner at my feet, grinning with pleasure.
     
     
    “Fox, you really are a life-saver,” Nina said, chuckling at her joke.
     
     
    “Yes, well,” he grinned, looking over at me, “I try.”
     
     
    As people slowly started leaving the field, Fox helped me load the van while Nina played with Holly in the passenger seat. She said something about not feeling well, so I was going to drive us back to the RCC.
     
     
    Fox slammed the trunk closed and started rummaging through his gym bag for something.
     
     
    I gave him a questioning look as he took my hand and shoved a hundred dollar bill into it.
     
     
    “Dude, that’s way too much,” I argued, holding it back out to him.
     
     
    “No, you came here against your will, and Holly loves you… for some reason ,” he muttered, waving the money off as if it meant nothing to him.
     
     
    I couldn’t take this much from him.
     
     
    “Fox, seriously-” I started, but he cut me off.
     
     
    “Look, think of it as cash in advance.”
     
     
    “Why?”
     
     
    “Because I’ll be requiring your babysitting services in the future,” he smirked, opening the passenger door to take Holly from Nina.
     
     
    “Take care, dear,” Nina sighed.
     
     
    “You too, Nina,” he said earnestly before turning in the direction of the parking lot.
     
     
    I rubbed my temples and hopped into the car.
     
     
    He would be requiring my babysitting services again? …What the hell