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I hoped he wouldn’t get in trouble for writing the letter. Why hadn’t he called me or sent an email or something?
That scared me as much as the thought of not having him in my life anymore. Had he been kicked off the team?
Maybe Teddy would know more. I wasn’t sure how I would get through the rest of my classes that day, but I had to try.
THIRTY-SIX
Brooke
After my last class, I headed to Marticello’s to meet with Teddy. When I walked in the busy restaurant alone, it felt a lot different than when I had come in with Austin at my side. No one looked up at all as I stopped and glanced around for Teddy.
He raised his hand from a booth in the corner near the plate glass windows facing the street. I shuffled over, forcing myself to smile. When I got closer, I noticed he had company.
“Oh, hey Brian,” I said, sitting across from them facing the window.
“Hi, Brooke.”
“I hope you don’t mind,” Teddy said. “He’s always complaining I don’t take him out in public.”
“I do not,” Brian said.
“Have you talked to Austin yet?”
“No. Have you?”
He shook his head.
“Did you try to call him?”
“No,” I said then sighed.
“What’s wrong?” Teddy asked.
“That was a damn romantic letter,” Brian added.
“I know, but…I’m just not sure about him or anything anymore. He wrote that letter, sure, but what if he’s just confused and doesn’t really love me? I’m afraid to find out.”
“Uh oh,” Teddy said. “You need a drink, a little liquid courage to call him.”
“I don’t know…”
A waitress walked up.
“Two pitchers of beer and a vegetarian pizza, large.” Teddy said to the waitress then turned to me. “That okay with you?”
I nodded. The waitress left. Glancing outside at all the people walking by the front of the restaurant, I longed to be with Austin. Teddy and Brian were okay, but I wanted the man who loved me, the amazing man I loved back.
The waitress returned with two pitchers of beer, which I thought was way too much for three people until I saw Teddy and Brian both down a glass quickly.
Before the food arrived, my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and glanced at the screen. Austin! I tapped the screen and put it to my ear.
“Austin?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for you to call me.”
“I’m sorry. I saw your letter, and I don’t know what to say. Did you get kicked off the team?”
“Coach isn’t happy, but I don’t think he can throw me off the team. Whether or not he helps me get into the pros is another matter entirely.”
