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“You can’t stop me. It only takes one person to break-up.”
“No,” I said, at a loss for words.
What could I say to explain to her the way I felt? I would give up football and everything else I held dear for her. Coach and others might think me young and foolish, but how I felt about Brooke had blinded me to reason.
“Goodbye, Austin. I’ll talk to you around Christmas.”
I had no words. She ended the call. Nothing made sense to me in that moment. Why the hell was I so into this woman? Did she really mean more to me than football?
She thought she was the only one who has a decision in this? I don’t think so.
I ran back to the house, hoping to catch Teddy before he left for the day. He was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of oatmeal. Brian sat next to him, watching intently.
“Hey,” I said. “Got a minute?”
Teddy looked up.
“Sure.”
“If I write a letter to the editor, can you get into the paper tomorrow?”
He picked up his phone and glanced at the screen.
“It’s a bit late, but maybe. What’s up?”
“I want to write something about Brooke and clear her name. She doesn’t need to be dealing with legal problems while trying to go to school.”
“Won’t that mess up…”
“Yeah,” I said, cutting him off. “But I need to do this.”
“Cute,” Brian said meekly.
“Can you help?”
“Sure. I might be able to call in a favor. Have you written the letter yet?”
“No, I was hoping you would help me.”
He nodded.
“Yeah, we can work something out. Grab your laptop. You can start while I finish eating.”
I went into my bedroom and grabbed the laptop, having no idea of what I might say. The only thing I was certain of was the fact I needed to do something to help Brooke. Whether she wanted my help or not, I had to at least try.
Teddy and Brian both helped me craft something short and to the point but with enough emotion to give me a fighting chance when Coach found out what I did. He would probably disown me and might even try to kick me off the team.
I loved Brooke more than football, and I would prove it to her. Teddy talked me out of calling to let her know before it was published, saying it would be better if she read it unaware. I agreed with him, but it was hard not to call her.
“Looks pretty good,” Teddy said after reading the most recent draft all the way through.
“Pretty good won’t work. I need something spectacular.”
“Needs more love,” Brian said.
Teddy and I both looked over at him.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
