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She shrugs. “Umm…” Bex looks at her friend for confirmation that this is okay which strikes me as odd.
Why does her friend give a shit if I text her?
“Yeah,” her friend says. “Text her later.”
I hold out my hand. “We haven’t met. I’m Preston Parker. And you are?”
“Taylor Bradshaw. Bex’s roommate.”
“You forgot teammate,” Bex says, now looking at me. “Taylor is also my best friend.”
“Nice to meet you, Taylor.” I shove the glove back on my hand. “Nice seeing you, Bex. I’ll text you later, okay?”
She nods.
I leave Bex and Taylor behind and head toward the locker room to catch up with the rest of my team.
“Parker.” Coach Bryant summons me with a stern look on his face. “Can I have a word?”
Shit.
“Yeah, Coach.”
“Stay away from Bex,” he growls. “She’s not like other girls.”
“That’s a good thing,” I admit.
It’s also the reason I have trouble staying away from her.
“I mean, she’s not like the girls you date… if you catch my drift.”
“I’m taking her to meet my mom on Saturday. Is that not okay?”
His expression softens, the corners of his mouth slowly turning up into a smile. “Yes, that’s fine and nice of you to arrange. Promise me you will keep it at that. Someday, you’ll be a star just like your dad. Bex won’t fit into that equation. She’s had enough disappointments in her life, she doesn’t need another one.” He pats me on the back. “You get what I’m saying, right?”
“Sure,” I mutter, somewhat annoyed. “I got it, Coach.”
* * *
Sitting on the edge of the mattress with my cell phone in hand, I call my mom.
On the first ring, her voice blares through the speaker. “You’ve got Coach.”
My mom is all business all the time.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Oh, hey sweetie. I didn’t realize it was you. I’m driving over the Brooklyn Bridge right now to see a client. I didn’t even look at the caller ID. Is everything okay?” She sounds worried. “How come you’re calling on my business line?”
“I didn’t even notice,” I confess. “I hit the first number on my speed dial.”
“So, what’s up? Everything okay at school?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine, Mom.” I lay back on my bed holding the phone to my ear. “I’m bringing someone with me on Saturday.”
“Who is it? Do I know him?”
“No. It’s a girl.”
