Avoiding The End || ✓ [#1] FIUFAMNEXTGEN

O7

Chapter O7 || Big pair of lady balls

;regret is such a pointless emotion, don't you agree?

I opened up more than I realised I would at this point, but I suppose if we're fully in this now, he should know a few home truths about me; starting with the fact I'm an amazing baker, and a serious book worm.

We're sitting on the metal stands in the stadium, not far from the actual field, and then it clicks, I've never been this close to the field before, not even when I tutored Jesse, or any of the other athletes. My main objective today was to get Micah in his comfort zone and see how fast he can learn when he's somewhere he loves, somewhere he's comfortable and feels at ease - that's how most athletes let their mind relax and their brain take a break without even knowing it.

"So I know you're a baker, what else do you like to do?"

"We're still on me? Don't you think you should be telling me things about you?" I raise a brow as I watch Micah nervously flip his backwards sitting cap forwards, then back again. "I know you like football, but what else?"

"You're cupcakes?" He drawls, teasingly.

I shake my head, "try again, QB."

Micah lets out a soft chuckle and stretches out his long legs. "I like video games."

To that, I roll my eyes, of course he does, he's a typical college boy. "And, what else?"

"Parties. Watching football, I don't know..." he shrugs, tipping his head. "Football has pretty much been my life, for my entire life, y'know, with my dad, uncle and all that."

I did, in fact know, that most of Micah's family were FIU alumni's - his father, first draft pick for the New York Jets, his mother, who was a super popular pop star, his uncle, also a draft pick - I mean, the list goes on and if I were in Micah's shoes, I'd be incredibly intimidated in having such big boots to fill, y'know, with being an heir, a blood legacy.

So far, he's holding up pretty well - I'm sure his parents are super proud of him.

And it's funny how I can relate to what he's saying right now, about something being his life, his entire life, only I guess mines a little different...

"Your parents must be proud, carrying on the tradition, following your fathers footsteps an all." I press on.

A pained expression flows over his features, disappearing as fast as it comes, which makes me question why...

"They're proud, I guess, I just know I could do better." he shakes his head then plasters on a forced smile. "So, your mom got you into baking?" he diverts the attention onto me and I hate it.

Not once did I like to be in the centre of the room, with all eyes on me, people whispering and making up rumours - which is precisely why I prefer to be invisible, to blend in with the rest of the room and forever go unnoticed, it's kinda my thing, especially since I lost my mom, and everything I said above, happened.