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I’ my thank-yous when Coach nods and turns back toward the bus
It’s the kind of thing you dreah school and thinking that it was only a e ball, and then go pro I was so certain that all I needed was a shot, and it would happen Certain enough that IThen there were scouts and recruiters, but they weren’t the big schools I always expected them to be The powerhouses Instead, it was a mix of Division II schools, and a handful of Division I schools with less than stellar progras didn’t seeetmy life based on football didn’t make that much sense anymore I didn’t listen I buckled down and shut her out, shut everything out But that didn’t stop her words fro in my head day after day So that when I started freshht not only of a broken heart with me, but of Lina’s doubts heaped atop my own And the only way to deal with it, the only way not to drown under it had been to pretend like it didn’th about so could be about to change And I’that
AFTER DINNER, a group of about ten of us end up in McClain and Moore’s room We’re crammed onto the beds, the chairs, and anywhere else we can fit I settle ainst an open spot on the wall Last year, ould have been down at the pool or with the girls that so But now half irlfriend-ed, and wellI don’t have ht Before I can join the conversation, my phone buzzes with a text I smile when I see it’s fro my attention back to the room
"Dude," Keyon says "I called your name like five tiain"
I flip hi So, leave et nailed with another pillow "Seriously, guys? What are we, children?"
"Wait Hold up Did Torres just accuse so?" Silas asks, and everyone bursts into laughter I throw the two pillows back at the?" Brookes asks
"How do you know I’m not on Twitter like Keyon said?"
He just raises an eyebrow, and dauys are the worst, you know that?"
"Wait," McClain says "Are you i, Brookes? Does Teo have a girlfriend? An actual, real-life girl? Not just a booty call?"
I glare at Brookes, and he shrugs
My phone buzzes, and I stand up Stretching, I say, "It’s late I’roans and prods behind irl With my back turned, I wave and leave for my room When I’m settled onto my own bed, I look at the text from Nell