White Lies | All American

thirty three

"Yo, wassup." Cameron smiled, answering his girlfriend's
incoming call.

"Hey. You home?"

"Uh, nah, I'm at practice." He said, showing the field.

"How's Westlake? You a douche yet?"

Cameron laughed, shaking his head.

"No, I ain't no douche. These guys definitely are, though. Babe, you hear the way-"

"Aye, man, get off your phone!" Dane yelled, laughing as he roughly pushed Cameron.

"Coach need me or something?"

"Nah.."

"Then leave me alone."

Dane chuckled, glancing to a few of the other guys before pushing Cameron again.

"Dude, you're at practice. You can kiss your girl's ass later. Matter of fact, Hailey, is it? You tell Jordan we're running him down on that field." Dane gloated, putting his face in the camera.

"Yo, back up. Hai, let me call you back."

Before she could respond, he ended the call, dealing with his arrogant teammate.

"He's rude." Zuna said, plopping on her bed.

She moved next to Haiden, popping a gummy bear in her mouth and flipping through the channels.

"You know why I'm here, Z."

Zuna glanced to her friend then back to the screen, shrugging.

"Zuna.."

"That's my name."

"College acceptances?"

"Those are not my game."

Haiden shook her head, looking around the girl's room.

"Stop looking, you won't find them."

"I'd appreciate if you stopped the suspense. I need to know if we'll be roommates or if I'll be crying my entire college journey."

Zuna chuckled.

"Why would you be crying?"

"That's self-explanatory."

The girl nodded, agreeing with her friend. She rolled over, pulling the acceptance papers from her drawer.

"I only have a few. I wasn't feeling a few of them. These two, I do like, though."

Haiden looked at the papers, smiling at the second one.

"Thoughts on this one?"

"You're only asking me because that's what you decided and you want me there with you... Right?"

Haiden giggled, nodding.