The Pitcher's Act

15

COLBY

I never thought I'd be begging to get a girl alone again, but I think Olivia is avoiding me. She canceled on both days I was supposed to go to her place to work on the play. I only saw her in class on Wednesday. I wonder if she is embarrassed about what happened. She shouldn't be.

But it's Saturday night, and the football team has a BYE weekend, so she's around here somewhere. I've sent Crawford to their apartment to find out the juicy details of their night. The football team is off campus tonight, so she's not headed over there.

I hate that she's hardly ever in her room unless I'm there or she's going to sleep. I look for her through her window every chance I get, but I never see her, though her curtains are wide open. I even go to sleep before her sometimes—night owl.

I didn't tell my roommates much about our little sleepover besides the fact that it was the hottest thing I've ever experienced. Faith could have never topped that. Ever. Though I did have to beat my dick in the shower for thirty damn minutes and almost missed class.

The things I would do to her if she'd let me.

I head out to the back porch, wanting to get her off my mind for a little while. I'm alone on Friday night instead of hanging out with my buddies. Jayden is off with Addie on a date night. Crawford is up Sadie's ass. Bryce is at the frat house. I could call up some of the other guys, but I'm not in the mood to see them. I see them every damn day. As well as my roommates, but I actually like them.

I grab my grinder, pour the remnants into a backwood, and seal it. I grab the lighter and light the blunt as the smell of burning weed fills the air.

I inhale the weed, looking out to the sky as I blow it out. The stars shone brightly as they hadn't in the past few days. It's been dark and gloomy here in Winston-Salem. We hadn't seen the sun behind the clouds in days.

I lean over the railing and look into the trees as I take another hit. It's quiet out here tonight. Lonely.

"I knew that smell was coming from you," a voice says from afar.

I whip my head to the left and see Olivia Olsen standing on her porch. I blow out the smoke, and I can't help but smile, "Sorry."

"Are you not coming over?"

I walk over to the other side of the porch, facing her, "What?" Am I missing something? Am I automatically invited to her place?

"We sent Crawford to your place ten minutes ago to ask if you wanted to come over."

"Oh. I've been out here."

"I see that. Well, do you want to come? We aren't doing anything. We might watch a movie."

Act cool. Act cool. "Yeah. Give me a few."

"Alright. Save me some." I look at her, confused, and she points to my hand. The blunt. Oh, weed. I nod, and she heads back inside.

I take another hit before smothering it to save it for later for her and me.

I head back inside just as Crawford is coming out of the bathroom. "Shit. I thought you left."

"I was on the porch."

He pulls up the zipper of his pants, "Operation Girls Night is a go."