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“But you might want to?”

I rest my head on the back of the swing, taking this moment to really look at Beau. I’ve known him for three years now, and here we are, finally together and already talking about being pulled apart by our choice of colleges.

Are we just destined not to be together?

“I don’t know. The thought never crossed my mind until now.”

“Good night, Beau,” Dad yells out, and Beau jumps up from the seat, almost knocking me off the swing in the process.

He might be getting comfortable with my dad and the fact that he’s dating his coach’s daughter, but him doing as he’s told will never change. My dad says jump, and he’ll ask how high.

I try to gain my bearings so I don’t fall to the ground, and thankfully, Beau catches me.

“Sorry,” he says as he stands me up straight.

I place my hand on his chest. “It’s okay.” I lean up to give him a kiss good-bye. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He kisses me again. “That you will. Good night.”

“Bye.” I wave him off as he heads down the driveway and to his car.

A light catches my eye, and when I see Aaron’s blinds move from his room, I try not to think anything of it as I head back inside by myself.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE

Senior Year

Beau’s senior year couldn’t be going better! He’s on fire on the field, and he has gotten so many college scholarship offers that he has no clue which one to go with. I’ve loved watching him sit at our kitchen table with my dad, going over all the options, and even speaking with other coaches while sitting in my living room.

My dad has really taken him in, and all I can think about is how this could be our future together. He fits in so well with our little family, and I can tell my dad is starting to look at him as a son. Of course, he’s helped many other players with their college offers, but it’s been different with Beau, and I can’t help but think it’s because he sees a future between him and me.

Tonight is the biggest game of his high school career, as Mac High made it to the state championship game. The game is played in Chattanooga, which is a few hours away, so we all rode here in the school buses and got hotel rooms—me with the drill team and him with the football team.

The game starts in a few hours, so us girls are down in the entryway of the hotel, waiting for them to come down so we can cheer them on while they load the bus. We’ll also be the first ones off the bus, so we can do the same at the stadium once we arrive.

When the first player turns the corner, we all jump and cheer for joy as they head out the door, one by one.

I spot Beau in the distance, instantly causing a huge smile to cover my face. As he gets closer to me, I see the love he has for me written all over his face.

In one swift movement, he picks me up and twirls me around before giving me a sexy kiss, holding me off the ground.

We stay like this until I hear my dad say, “Let’s go, Beau.”

He sets me back on my feet, and I laugh at the way my dad continues to walk by, not as bothered by us as he was in the past.

Before he leaves, he gives me one last quick kiss, then runs to catch up with the rest of the guys.

“Good luck,” I yell out, and he turns to wink in my direction before disappearing around the corner completely.

I grab the rest of my stuff and head out of the hotel to hop on the bus to go to the stadium.

Once we’re there, we repeat the cheering as they all exit, and, yes, Beau kisses me the same way again before running off to the locker room.

As the team gets ready to play, us girls cover our side of the stadium with Mac High signs to show our team spirit.

Pretty much every year, our team has made it to the state championship game, but as I sit here and finish taping up the signs, it hits me that this will be my last year here. I haven’t been coming here for only the last four years that I’ve been in school at Mac High. I’ve been coming here since I was basically born.

Next year, I’ll be away at college, and I won’t be able to participate in any of the Mac High events anymore.

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