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“Well, I should?—”
“How is the?—”
We speak at the same time, then stop simultaneously.
“How is the program going?” Sandra forges ahead first.
“It’s great.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful.” Her voice is warm and relieved, and it makes me feel weird.
Sandra’s nice, and I sort of hate that about her. This would be way easier if she wasn’t sweet and pleasant.
Two adjectives that no one would use to describe me, so I decide to proactively end the conversation before I slip up and say something I shouldn’t. “I need to get ready for a practice, actually.”
“Oh, of course.” If Sandra suspects we have Sundays off, she doesn’t let on. “Enjoy your practice. I’ll, uh, I’ll let your father know things are going well.”
Or he could call and ask himself, I think, then remember he did call the other day, and I never called him back.
“Okay,” I say. “Bye, Sandra.”
“Bye, Saylor.”
I hang up first, then stare at the screen. I should call my dad back, but I’m supposed to be getting ready for practice. Plus, I’d rather put off that conversation.
Instead, I pull up the number I’d decided not to use.
SAYLOR: Hey.
Lame opening. And Beck gave me his number, but he doesn’t have mine. So I shoot off another text, because I’m sure he gets a lot of random messages from girls.
SAYLOR: It’s Saylor.
I shake my head and toss my phone toward the bottom of the bed before lying back down to stare up at the ceiling. I’m a fool. What the fuck am I?—
My phone buzzes, and I sit up like I was just electrocuted.
BECK: Hey.
He replied. Replied instantly. I gnaw on my bottom lip, deliberating. Warring with myself. Waffling between no distractions and it’s my day off.
I can have some fun, I decide. Just because he affects me doesn’t mean I’m losing focus.
SAYLOR: You busy?
BECK: About to go for a hike.
BECK: Want to come?
A dirty response comes to mind first. This was basically a booty text. But a hike sounds better than lying on my bed.
SAYLOR: I’ll meet you outside the park in twenty minutes.
I don’t want to risk anyone from Scholenberg seeing us together. They’re all still oblivious to the fact Beck and I have even spoken, and I’d like it to stay that way.
BECK: Okay.
I climb off my bed and start sifting through my suitcase to try to find a cute outfit. My phone buzzes with a new text right after I’ve shrugged into a white T-shirt.
