B L U E
8
Three whole days without my phone.
Finding Maxwell at Honey's has proven to be an Olympic sport, it's almost as though he's disappeared from the face of the earth. I couldn't care less where he's hibernating, it would be nice if I could just get my phone back. I don't even know where to find him. If it hadn't been for that damn hangover, I surely wouldn't have forgotten my phone in his car.
I leave my books in my locker and quickly make my way to football practice. Coach Fleming is off sick today, which means Jace is in charge. The team isn't even trying to conceal their distaste for this but oblige to the bulky jock's commands anyway. If there's anyone worse than Fleming, it has to be Jace fucking Harrison. It's hot outside, sickeningly humid and Jace is really having no mercy on us. There's something about being in control that feeds the power hungry beast within him.
When practice finally ends I can barely feel my legs. I drag myself to the change room, where I take a brisk shower. Despite how shitty football practice was, I realise that the day isn't all too bad. Mom is working a late shift at the diner and Ross has a gig in some pub downtown. This means I'll have the house all to myself, peace and quiet- a rare luxury in the Greco household.
I shove my dirty football gear in my backpack and quickly get dressed.
"Where are you headed to after this?" Milo asks, raking through his dark, damp curls.
"Nowhere, just home," I mumble
"FIFA?"
"Sure thing man, after today's practice, I could surely use some distressing," I reply
"I could use a joint," The boy adds longingly.
"FIFA at Milos?" I ask Jace who won't stop checking himself out in the mirror, not that his vanity particularly surprises me.
"You dweebs should know that I have plans. It's Monica's birthday today. We're having dinner at her parent's house," he replies
"Did you even get her a gift?" Milo asks
"Of course I did," he says incredulously, "Those Versace boots she's been bitching about," he adds proudly
"Look at you being an attentive boyfriend, never thought I'd see the day," I mumble
"Well I have to keep my dick happy somehow," Jace replies, which has the change room vibrating from boisterous laughter.
Another player pats him on the shoulder and smirks, "A man's got to do what he's got to do"
This causes Jace to chuckle, the words filling him with pride. I fight the urge to roll my eyes and resume packing away my belongings. Once I've finished, Milo and I bid farewell to Jace and make our way to the boy's red Chevy.
The drive to Milo's house is a short one. When we arrive, his mom is on the front porch, playing scrabble with their neighbor, Mr. Richmond, a seventy year old, former veteran. We offer them a warm greeting before grabbing snacks from the pantry and proceeding to hide in Milo's bedroom upstairs.
We game for several hours until Milo's room grows dark, indicating that it's just about time for dinner. Not wanting to intrude, I excuse myself and bid farewell to Milo's mom, who is now setting the table.
"You sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" she asks
"I have to get home, but thank you Mrs. Nelson, maybe next time"
"Okay, is Milo driving you home?"
"No, I'll walk, it's a warm night- good for walking," I reply
"Blue," she sighs disapprovingly
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RomanceMaxwell is a college student with a little too much on his plate and a deeply traumatic past. Known by his best friend as Mr. Grumpy owing to his unwavering distaste for life and his volatile temper, he is as handsome as he is aloof. But what happen...
