Jourdan Mathews has a secret, and she knows she needs to take this one to the grave.
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Her life was never complicated: a college student with a close family, good friends, and a plan for her future as a doctor. Had that night had never happened...
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The next two weeks pass by somewhat uneventfully, that is, there's a bit less drama in all our lives as everyone settles into the routine of finals and finishing the semester off. The party with Penelope and Shawn soon becomes something we all joke about, and this only gives Jourdan and I time to get closer.
It's unlike anything I've ever really experienced, it's something as a simple as having a person to call when you've had a bad day or even if your day has been painfully normal, we both usually still find something to laugh about. But it's also as complex as not feeling quite right inside if I go more than three days without speaking to her or seeing her.
The deeper I get into this relationship, the more I realize I'm more than falling in love—I am in love with her. Yet, she still hasn't mentioned what I said at the party, and I am not going to be the first one to bring it up. So instead, I must choose to trust her, trust that she is taking her time like she said.
That doesn't change the fact that it weighs heavily on my mind, wondering whether I'm just a fun, casual fling for her or something more than that. Don't get me wrong, we're having a lot of fun. In fact, the past month and half was the happiest I'd ever been in my life. It's the good company, someone to hold at night, and obviously, I mean, the sex just gets better and better.
But this doesn't change the reality that wondering what she really feels for me makes me distracted, so much so that I realize I've forgotten to tie up the laces on my Nike's before getting to the court for practice today.
I sit back down on the bench in the locker room then, reaching down to do them up as the rest of my teammates finished getting dressed for practice too.
"Dude, if I fail this class I am so fucked," Wyatt says, sitting next to me with his phone in hand, raking his fingers through his hair nervously. "I gotta pass my final, more then pass actually, I gotta get a B, at minimum."
"What do you have in the class right now?" I ask, glancing over and he shakes his head.
"73.2%" he answers slowly, "So I'm not failing right now, but if I fail this final, I'm finished. Coach will bench me for sure."
"Yeah, I'm surprised he hasn't already." I joke and Wyatt gives me a look, clearly not in the laughing mood. It surprises me too if I'm being honest, last I checked Wyatt was the last one of any of the guys on the team even close to failing a class. In fact, he's been on the Dean's List for the majority of his college career. School had always come easy to him.
"Well, it's not a failing grade yet," he protests, concern obvious on his face. "But it's close and if I don't turn things around, Coach is gonna kill me."
"Get a tutor," I reassure him. "Come on, you're one of his best players. If you go talk to him, he'll make sure you get the best academic help in Boulder."
"Yeah, I actually was thinking of asking Aurora," he says slowly, glancing up at me again, his expression nervous and I narrow my eyes. "She's in the class with me."
