"Life is short, but his stamina is not."
—
Alexa Sinclair
-six months later-
"You are just counting down the minutes aren't you?" Abby looked up at the clock.
Yes, because after school I can see my boyfriend. I haven't seen him in two weeks.
It's actually super fucking dreadful and it makes me have mental breakdowns. I'm a single mother, what can I say?
Cupcake is very adorable, she keeps me company at night. She sleeps on Tom's side of the bed.
"Didn't he have a game yesterday?"
Yes, he did. And he crushed it.
He plays for the Badgers, which is super impressive. He's not in the NBA, but he's in the NCAA. Don't ask me what it stands for.
Something national college— I don't know.
They played against Minnesota, which is their highest competition. Those north polers.
Sorry. I get competitive with Tom's future.
I think the team is in the 'Big Ten' whatever that means, and he's crushing those bitches.
Again. Sorry. It's the cheerleader in me, which yes... that happened.
"Dude, he gets interviewed like so often whenever he plays... and even though he's gotten a couple more tattoos they always ask about the one on his boob. And he always says who I am, it's like i'm famous or something." I turned to Abby, remembering that small part after watching the news yesterday.
"What about all of the cop shit, what's he gonna do about that?"
Um.
"Well, my dad says whenever he's home for the summer, or when he's out of college he'll always have a job lined up if he needs it. He's already done the training, he bulked up like twenty pounds. Now he just has to maintain it. I don't know, it's whatever he wants." I shrug.
The bell rang, before Abby could voice out her next words.
I leaped out of my seat.
It was a longer weekend, for teacher work day or something... which means i'll be in Madison for the next couple of days.
I'm beyond the moon.
—
I switched off my car, and got out of the drivers seat. Now standing in front of the University.
Yes, my car.
He doesn't know, i'm the one who drove in today. I officially have a license as of the beginning of this week. I was planning on surprising him.
Tom thinks i'm coming in tomorrow.
I pulled my sunglasses up, texting his roommate to make sure he wasn't back from practice.
A: Tom isn't there right?
Ezra: Nah, you're good.
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