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The smile that spreads across my face feels forced but strangely automatic. “I could be persuaded to go to the diner tonight, but only if you’re going to be there.”
You’d think I just told her I found the cure for cancer by the way her face lights up.
“Great! I’ll definitely see you there then.”
She takes one last hungry perusal of my body, then glides her gaze down to my crotch before looking back up with a satisfied smile. Yeah, she wants the D. Probably that’s all she wants of me.
She’s gone a heartbeat—or heartbreak—later.
“Did you…” Alex trips a little as he walks beside me. “Did you just make a date all by yourself? That was smooth as fuck, too! I’m so proud. My little bro is all growing up and acting like a real man.”
I spin my combination into my locker on complete autopilot. My brain still hasn’t quite processed what I just saw and did. “First time for everything, I guess.”
A large hand squeezes my shoulder from behind. Mike.
“Rob, maybe you should wait a while. Give it some time. Get your head back in the game before going on the rebound.”
The sound of my locker slamming closed echoes down the hallway and draws the attention of everyone in the vicinity. It’s all I can do not to punch it in retaliation.
“Time for what, Mike?” I face him head on, staring right into his brown eyes, which look strangely calm after what he just saw as well. “Time to screw things up again? I can do that just fine all by myself. No point waiting for it to happen anymore. Waiting for the right time didn’t do fuck all for me, so I think I’m over that play. Maybe it’s time to make things happen the way I want.”
The expressions on Alex’s and Mike’s faces are so priceless, it’s a shame my phone’s in my locker. A picture is worth a thousand words, and right now, neither one of them is saying a damn thing. Their silence is deafening and freeing all at the same time.
I brush past them and head to homeroom, my mind running a marathon. It’s well past time I quit being subtle and waiting for things to go down the way I want. All the best quarterbacks know how to make the play if it doesn’t happen. Time to start using that knowledge off the field instead of just on it.
Time. What a ridiculous fucking concept. We all think we have it. The joke’s on us. Time is the only thing completely out of our control. It’s constantly slipping away.
So many sets of eyes are trained on me as I walk past. I’m done being under the microscope for everyone to watch and judge. If they want something to look at, I’m damn well going to give them something good.
“Who’s ready for the Warriors to kick some ass tonight?”
My shout is met with wild cheers and whistles. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s knowing my game and how to play it well. All the world’s a stage, and it’s high time I started playing for my adoring fans.
Fuck anyone who gets in my way.
