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“We’re good, right?” I ask Theo, and he nods.
“So, all coaches suck a little.”
“Mine doesn’t,” Theo says.
“Oh please, Kameron and Evan are constantly laughing about the crap he says to you players.”
“The stuff he says is always either funny or very accurate. Can’t hate on that.”
I roll my eyes, sign he’s crazy, and then we both laugh.
“Feeling outnumbered in my own place.”
“At least you have your own place. I’m stuck here for two years.”
“As soon as I graduate, Q, I swear on everything we love that the weight of the world is going to lift off those shoulders of yours.”
She shakes her head. “That weight shouldn’t be on your shoulders. I want to take care of myself, and I know I can. I’m going to apply to some schools and see if I get any offers. I know it was hard for you to leave because of the accident, but I swear it won’t be for me.”
“I get that, but you don’t even know what you wanna do yet.”
“Actually, I do.”
“Then let’s hear it.”
Quincy smiles. “I want to be a dentist, so I can make big bucks off of my brother and his teammates who lose teeth.”
I snort-laugh, and Theo chuckles.
“Then let’s figure it out and—”
“I have. I’m applying to Fairhaven.” She shrugs.
“Our friend Drew attends law school there.”
Theo nods. “She does.”
“And they have a track team.”
“Thought you hated track.”
“I hate running on a team that isn’t going to do shit,” she clarifies.
“Can’t blame you there.”
Theo rubs his chin in thought. “Stick to HCC for a year, take all the lower-level courses you can get out of the way. Crush some records for your team, like you did your freshman and sophomore year so you have something to show the D1 schools, and apply to more than just Fairhaven.”
“I want to be in the Northeast. I wanna see the seasons change.”
“Apply here,” I suggest, and her eyes immediately move to Theo.
“I agree with Riley. Apply here.”
“I’ll help with your applications, and if you make a list of what you want—”
“D1, four seasons, that’s it,” she quickly answers. “I want to stop feeling like I’m stuck.”
After we end the call, he’s quiet as he plates the lasagna and pulls a salad out of the fridge.
