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I guess I just didn’t realize it was still a possibility. Once I threw myself at Cam’s mercy and admitted to being in love with her, the whole idea faded from my mind. The only thing I thought of was her and me.
“They’re on your case about it?” I choke out, trying to seem unfazed.
She nods. “I mean, I get it. The agreement was that I would go once Cam’s case was settled, but what if I don’t want to go to college? Is that really so bad?”
“Well, that depends,” I tell her. “If it’s because you were serious about making a killing with prostitution, then yes. But if you have an actual dream you want to achieve, I don’t think so.”
“I do,” she admits. “Or I did. I don’t know. I go back and forth on it.”
I tilt my head to look in her eyes. “What is it?”
Her nose scrunches as she shakes her head. “I don’t want to say it. You’ll laugh at me.”
What she doesn’t know is that I could never laugh at her, not when what comes out of her mouth could determine if she stays here with me or leaves me behind.
“Please? I told you mine.”
The corners of her mouth raise as she remembers our little rendezvous with the cops at the airfield. That was the day I first started realizing how deep my feelings for her actually ran. When Ireallystarted feeling like I was fucked.
Finally, she sighs. “I want to be a songwriter.” Her eyes won’t meet mine as I go quiet, imagining her writing love ballads that I’d add to my secret playlist of songs that make me think of her. “It’s fine. You can laugh.”
“No way,” I answer. “It suits you.”
She looks over at me and scoffs. “It’s a pipe dream.”
I can’t help but smirk. “So was I, but you got me.”
My words manage to pull a laugh out of her, and I can feel the way her mood lightens just slightly. “Oh, wow. That’s a lot of cocky.”
Tossing the rest of my lunch into the garbage can, I lean forward and kiss her quickly. “Your words, not mine.”
I WISH I COULDsay that the worst thing about Isaac breaking my nose was the pain. The crunch I heard when he made contact was anything but fun. But honestly, I think the guard I need to wear on my face during practice is worse. Coach almost didn’t let me play at all, but that argument came with enough obscenities and threats against Isaac’s life that he changed his mind.
Speaking of the prick, I look around and notice he’s still not here. I figured that Coach suspended him for the incident, but he should be back by now.
“Owen,” I call. “Where’s Isaac?”
His brows furrow. “Cam didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
Realization fills his face. “Oh yeah. He’s still not talking to you. Damn, he knows how to hold a grudge.”
Yeah, not about to talk shit about him. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Isaac, right,” he nods. “He’s gone. Cam had him kicked off the team for breaking your nose.”
Out of all the answers I saw coming out of his mouth, I don’t think I ever considered that one. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, man. After you left, he went into Coach’s office and screamed at him that he wanted Isaac out. He said if Isaac stayed on the team, he was going to walk. And no coach is ever going to let himself lose one of his best players.” He heads toward the door of the locker room. “Isaac is pretty pissed though, so I’d keep an eye out if I were you.”
“I will,” I say. “Thanks.”
Alone in an empty locker room, I give myself an extra minute to reflect on what he just told me. Cam still isn’t talking to me, and I’m honestly not sure if or when he ever will again. But while I thought he hated me, this proves otherwise.
He may be livid, but he still has my back.
I slip my phone out of my pocket and type out a quick text.
