"So, no takers? Guess that means he belongs to me now." Dylan snickers at the jersey. Jeff was so full of himself that they all secretly hated him, tolerating him only because he was good enough that the rest didn't really have to try very hard and still pass with the credit. Soccer was his life, now he'd spend the rest of it as a humiliating piece of equipment.
"You're really going to wear him, Dylan?" Nathan asked, snickering slightly at the fate of Jeff. "—Around the school like he did."
"Hell no, probably just for practice. I don't even want people to know I'm on this dumb team. This colorful loser can live in my gym bag until I need him for something." Dylan set him down on the bench next to his real uniform. "Now this is what I'm really interested in."
He plucked the Chronivac off of the floor. "Alright lads... who wants to become a cheerleader's underwear?"