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“You could have mentioned you knew him sooner,” Eric tells me.
“I know,” I reply. “I had no idea you guys would have any idea who he is. Once I realized, I wasn’t sure what to say.”
“I’m so mortified,” Amanda says. “Did I seriously say—”
“That you wanted to hook up with Lennon’s boyfriend?” Abby finishes. “Yeah, you did.”
Amanda looks to me. “I had no idea you guys were dating. Claire Olsen told me he was single. I’msosor—”
I start laughing. “I know. It’s fine. Really.”
There’s a stretch of silence, then Abby speaks. “How long have you guys been dating?”
“Almost three years. We went to high school together.”
“And you did long distance up until now?”
I nod.
“Wow. That must have been hard.”
“It was,” I reply. “But it never felt like we were that far apart.”
Which is a relief to recall, considering we’ll face more separation. Even if we end up living in the same place after graduation, professional baseball players travel plenty.
Eric mentions the spring electives that were just posted, and the conversation moves on from Caleb and me.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
CALEB
Days fly by, turning into weeks. That’s been the case every year I’ve been at Clarkson. The first few days back on campus pass by at a normal speed. I blink, and a month is gone.
Time is speeding by especially fast senior year because I’m no longer conflicted between here and Landry. Lennon is here with me, so my focus is on nothing but her and baseball.
I scribble the last line on my exam and close the blue book. There are only five minutes left in class, but I’m the first one finished. Everyone else is still writing furiously, but I don’t need to be. I’m confident I’m handing in A material.
I stand and shove my pen in my backpack, slinging it over one shoulder before I start down the stairs toward the front of the room.
People glance over as I pass. I’m playing better than I ever have. Despite counting for absolutely nothing in terms of our season, the fact my pitches as of late are better than the current Jays pitchers’ have elevated the level of interest in me on campus.
I’ve always been good. I’m heading toward great, at the best possible time.
I hand my exam to the elderly professor teaching this Business Ethics course and head out of the lecture hall. I’ve got to be out on the baseball diamond in fifteen minutes. I hurry outside of the building that houses the Business department and head toward the sports complex.
“Hey, Winters.”
I turn to see Drew walking just behind me, yawning. Since we share a wall, I’m pretty sure I know why he’s so tried today. I seriously considered driving to Lennon’s dorm and trying to fit into her twin bed.
“Hey,” I respond. “How’s it going?”
“Eh, all right.” Another yawn. “You?”
I shrug. “Just left an exam.”
“Ugh. It go all right?”
“Yeah,” I reply. “It did.”
