The Pitcher's Act

19

OLIVIA

Colby and I still haven't had sex. It's been five days since the night we planned on fucking, but our schedules haven't aligned. I've been so damn exhausted after practice every day. I get back and pass out. He hasn't come back over since Sunday, and I genuinely miss my cuddle buddy. I still can't believe that man just let himself in our apartment just to come cuddle. He is something else.

I found a dress to wear to the Athlete's Ball. It was a rose-gold sequin dress with a slit down the leg. It hugged every curve of my body, and I couldn't have been more pleased. I got a great deal on it, too.

Bella informed me that I was to take a date. She acts like I have men lined up to take me. I sure as hell can't ask Colby after Crawford accidentally dropped a bomb earlier, saying he was already going with someone. I may see if Miller will go with me. I'll ask him when I see him.

We were celebrating a huge win tonight. The football team beat Duke in the last twenty seconds of the game. Wake Forest intercepted the ball and ran it ninety yards to the end zone. It was the most incredible thing I've ever seen. They sure aren't going easy tonight. They'll be slamming shots back like it was water.

"Michael said he'd come to Bernie's for a little, but then he's going to a softball party," Sadie says as we pack our drinks into bags.

"Did he ask you to go to the party?" I ask.

"No, but I also don't want to go. I'd rather go somewhere I'm comfortable being at."

"Fair," I say, twisting the cap off a Michelob and taking a sip.

Sadie hasn't said much about her and Crawford. I don't know exactly what they're doing. He took her on a date Tuesday, and she said they had a great time. She's being sneaky, but then again, so am I.

Bella left to see Bernie, and Jada was with her sorority sisters. Sadie and I stand outside our apartment waiting for her situationship to show up, "Are you and Crawford going to the ball together?"

"Yes. He asked me last night. He said he was on a mission to find a tie in my dress's exact shade of green."

"That's sweet," I say while Crawford yells, "Hey ladies." He wraps his arm around Sadie and kisses her cheek, "You look hot."

"Thanks."

I jokingly cough as if I was invisible. "Fine. You look nice too, Olivia."

"That's so kind of you, Crawford. So kind I might even let you sit in my chair in the living room."

"Shit, Liv. I'd massage your feet if you let me sit there." For some reason, everyone is obsessed with the lounge chair. I claimed it as my own the day we moved in since I did bring it. And yet somehow, that damn Colby took my seat that one night, and I let him.

We can hear the Love Sosa blaring from the football apartment from four houses down. I almost cover my ears when we walk through the door. It is fucking loud. All the guys are screaming at the top of their lungs.

We push through the living room and head into the kitchen, where Bella and Bernie are making out in the corner. Gross.

Miller pops out of nowhere, holding a bottle of tequila in one hand and whiskey in the other. "What'll it be, Livvy?"