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Miami Central football.
The next morning.
I wake up at 6am to my phone ringing again. I think I was on like, the twentieth missed call from Nick now.
I groan rubbing my eyes. Today was going to be hard on the both of us, but it was going to be the next step in the right direction.
After finishing getting ready for the day I head downstairs. Mark laid out pancakes and bacon on the kitchen table. He was sitting there reading in a notebook, probably football shit and drinking coffee.
"Good morning." I say, joining him at the table.
He looks up and smiles. "Good morning, Lili. You ready for today?"
"Mhm." I reply, taking a piece of bacon and biting into it.
"So, practice usually runs anywhere from three to four hours, depending how much the boys want to act up and then afterwards, we always eat pizza together. Does that sound alright to you?" He asks.
"Yeah, that's fine." I say.
My phone gets a text message from Nick and I look down to read it. "So, you are really done with me?"
I decide not to reply, that would only make things worse. If Joey relayed the information then that's all the matter to me.
I look back up to Mark staring at me. "Him again?"
"Yes." I groan. "I feel kinda bad."
"Don't feel bad for him, Lili. Let him stew in it. He'll go away soon." He says, while going back to reading in his notebook.
I push a loose piece of hair behind my ear and debate on telling him more. Holding all the pain inside of me felt like I could explode at any second.
"I—I think I'm in love with him, though." I finally, say.
He looks up at me again. "Why do you think your in love with him?"
"I mean, I am in love with him." I shut my eyes for a moment and try not to cry, but miserably fail.
"Do you know if he's in love with you?" He questions.
