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ned? I wondered as I glanced around my room. Fuck her. Why am I still even messing with her when football was so important?
As I grabbed some clean clothes and headed to the upstairs bathroom, I told myself we were over. We’d had our fun, but it was time for me to move on.
In the shower, cold water rained down on my skin, cooling it. Images of her naked body flashed through my mind, but I pushed them aside. I had to take care of myself first.
TWENTY-THREE
Austin
My steel determination not to ever talk to her lasted a total of thirty-two hours. On Monday evening, I called her, ready to say anything to get her to come back over.
“Hey,” she said after answering.
“Brooke. How’s it going?”
“I’m fine. What’s up?”
“I miss you.”
“Funny, because I remember you saying you wanted to focus on your career.”
“I’m crazy, okay? You drive me insane. In a good way.”
“The cute kind of crazy, huh?”
“Exactly. You busy tonight? Everything going okay?”
“I’m fine. I have to work tonight. A half-shift.”
“Oh, bummer.”
“I can come over after work if you want.”
“Yeah, that’s good,” I said. “Jocelyn has backed off a bit.”
“I talked to her, and she said it wasn’t her that did it.”
“She’s lying, but I don’t want to argue about it.”
“I don’t either. I’ve missed you too.”
“Text me when you’re on your way over.”
“I will.”
“Talk to you tonight.”
“Soon…” she said then ended the call.
I put the phone down and glanced across the Quad, a grassy area with walkways between four buildings on campus. Students came to sit under trees and study or talk. Personally, I came to think about life and watch other people.
Resting my back against the trunk of a giant sycamore tree, I interlaced my fingers behind my head and wondered if Brooke might be the one. She made me crazy in so many ways, but I hadn’t been able to go two full days without hearing her voice.
An alarm on my phone buzzed, letting me know it was time for class. I grabbed my backpack by the strap and stood up. Slinging it over one shoulder, I walked toward the Mathematics building.
*
After practice that evening, I rushed home, wanting to make my room a bit more romantic before she came over. I’d never done anything like that for the many women I’d dated or slept with over the last two years in college.
