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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 moves to England with her mother and starts at Winwood Academy where she gets a hit to the face by a certain British boy's rugby ball.
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I arrive back home after Quinn drops me off. I drop my bags in my room and change into a jumper and leggings. I grab my books out my bag and dump them on the bed, settling down on my bed with a bowl of strawberries as a snack while I do my homework. I try to focus but my mind keeps drifting to Quinn. Not in that way. I noticed he'd been tense all the way home, not that I was watching him, and he barely spoke. I'm assuming it might be pre game jitters and I'm also wondering why the hell I care so much.
I huff and run a hand through my hair, shifting on my bed to look out the window and across the street. His curtains are shut but I can make out a shadow walking around the room, almost pacing. I give up on my gawking, collapse back into the bed and put in my earphones. I press shuffle on my playlist and force myself to bury my head in my homework while Phoebe Bridgers plays in my ears.
I jump when I hear the front door open, breaking me out of the zone. I check my phone, 7pm. I'd been working for about two and a half hours now so I pack it away and head downstairs to my mom.
"Hey hon, how was school?" She asks me when I enter the kitchen.
"Alright, I had a bunch of homework though. How's work?" I ask.
"Great actually, I like it there." In all the years of moving countries for my moms job, this was the second time she had liked a placement. The first time the pay hadn't been enough for us to stay there, which I was secretly grateful for because the school I was at had your typical mean girls who decided I'd be their new target, but I always felt guilty we had to leave after considering she liked it so much. "You ate dinner yet?"
"No I kind of forgot about it." I say.
"You want me to stick us some chicken in?" She asks, rummaging through the freezer.
"Yeah thanks." I nod.
She puts it in the oven and messes with the timer before starting to wash the dishes in the sink.
I grab a glass from the cupboard and lean over her to fill it up.
"Is that a new necklace? it's looks beautiful." She nods towards the small book charm that lays against my clavicle.
"Yeah it is. Quinn gave it to me for my birthday last Saturday." I answer, sitting back at the kitchen table.
She looks at me over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "He got you a necklace for your birthday?" I nod and she continues, her eyebrow raising indefinitely higher, "And it has a book charm on it." I nod again, looking at her with confusion. "Maddie, I love you but you can be so clueless." She chuckles and shakes her head.
"What?"
"He likes you."
I'm convinced my cheeks look the colour of a tomato. "What? No he doesn't."
"Okay let's look at the facts." She says, drying her hands on a towel and leaning against the counter in front of me. "He's a guy, likes talking to you. He brought you flowers when you were sick-"
"Wait, how'd you know about that?" I ask because I don't remember telling her, or anyone for that matter.
"I saw the note in the trash." She shrugs, "Besides the point- and he brought you a necklace that basically screams you for your birthday."
"Yeah but-"
"No buts. That boy definitely likes you." The oven pings and she walks away leaving me with my thoughts.
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Lance called me at exactly 1:23pm to tell me he had to cancel tonight's appointment as he was sick, apologising profusely and promising we can reschedule, also wishing me good luck for my game tomorrow.
Ever since 1:30pm when the phone call ended I have been spiralling. It was a ritual to speak to Lance the night before my rugby games at our therapy sessions to calm my nerves. It was the only thing preventing me from panicking, that and the three cups of coffee I downed before hand.
I grab my pre made dinner from the kitchen, shooting a quick thanks before I go straight upstairs, receiving an odd glance from both my mom and Logan. The rest of the night I do all the techniques Lance suggests to calm my nerves before I take a melatonin gummy before managing to knock out at 12:45am.
