Wesley Donavan
I was convinced I lost the love of my life, but I wasn't hers. That realization hurts more than one would actually think. Sarah had texted me, apologizing for bringing up brief past issues, and yelling. I didn't accept her apology, drunk and arguing meant you were saying everything you were thinking. A bunch of bullshit she was spewing, and at some points I can't believe I loved her.
She used to be a lot more into me than she was when we got into college. Since senior year, she had a crush on me, openly talking about it during the times we sat in comfortable silence. I just don't know what made her change. perhaps it was me.
But I couldn't thin about that, not when I was sitting face to face with Coach Daniels. Coach was a nice dude, who wasn't too strict when it came to practice. I swallowed thickly as I stared at him, my leg bouncing up and down uncontrollably.
"What's goin' on with you, kiddo. You've been throwing tosses like the damn ball is covered in baby oil." Coach Daniel sighs, drumming his fingers against the table. He wasn't exactly wrong. I had been distracted, or exhausted. I hadn't slept since me and Sarah had argued. I ran a hand through my slightly tousled hair as I laid back, extending my legs
"Just been missin' on some sleep, Coach." I summed up my situation in a very short sentence, leaving out a lot of the details. Coach Daniel's nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on me. I stared at him, before my eyes flickered toward the trophy's hung up around the walls, placed of dusty shelves.
"I can't have you missin' out on sleep, or practice. You're the best damn player I got, Donavan." He lets out a huff. I bit my inner cheek, not really sure what to say. My mom was best friends with Coach Daniels, from my father. They used to Coach together and when my father died, they just kind of stuck together.
"Yeah, yeah, I know Coach. You ain't gotta tell me." I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest, tugging my gray football hoodie away from my skin. I felt disgusting. I hadn't stopped wearing long sleeves after what Sarah said to me, concealing the scars on my wrists.
My jaw clenched as Coach stared at me with sympathy in his eyes. I didn't need sympathy from anyone. It was just a girl. I looked away from him.
"Am I good to go?" I asked, clearing my throat as I stood up, pushing my hands into my sweatpants pockets. Coach flicked through files before reluctantly nodding. I moved out of the office, the other players waving toward me. I sent them tight smiles.
I walked out of the performance center. I stalked down the steps, unlocking the big, gray truck before tossing my duffel bag into the back. I clenched my jaw as I climbed into the front seat. I pulled out of the parking lot.
I had a tutoring session with Georgia again, in two hours at her dorm. She suggested we stayed in, but I forgot we even had a tutoring session. She has only tutored me two times, once before Sarah broke up with me, and after Sarah broke up with me.
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I sat on Georgia's bed. I stared at the books as her voice flowed through my mind as I leaned up against the wall. Her sweet perfume was assaulting my senses as I raised my head to look at her. She was staring at me, her eyes flickering from eye to eye.
"You okay?" Georgia asked, putting the books aside. I stared at her, my eyes skimming over her precious features before returning to my sleeves.
"Yeah, I'm good." I dismissed her concern. I looked back toward the books, staring at the pages she marked and underlined. I looked back up at her. I barely knew Georgia. But I wanted to know more.
"Have you always marked your chapters like this?" I asked, motioning toward the books. Each chapter had two main tab colors. The first chapter was pink and orange, the next blue and yellow, and now it was green and red. Soon, she'd have to repeat colors. She looked up, smiling toward me.
"Uh, yeah. It helps me stay organized." She said with a small tilt of her head as she looked down at the books, running the tip of her finger over the top of the tabs. She was organized. I liked organized girls. I swallowed thickly.
"Are you planning on going to the game? On Friday?" I asked suddenly. Georgia thought for a minute.
"Yeah, I think the guy I'm talking to is playing against you." She smiled, laughing slightly. Oh fuck no.
"Oh really? That's weird." I said slowly. I twisted the new rings I got on my fingers. she nodded, laughing slightly. My clipped nails dug into my palm gently. She leaned back against her pillows, staring at the ceiling.
"Yeah. You might know him, his name is Jared." Georgia sighed, rolling onto her side to face me. I stared down at her, her hair moving down in front of her face. She pushed her hair back out of her face. I tilted my head slightly as I stared down at her.
"Yeah I know Jared." I nodded. I inhaled sharply as Sophia and Ethan opened the door. They held up the Dominos box before turning around. Georgia got up quickly, and moving to the kitchen. I followed in pursuit, running a hand down my face.
December, me, Ethan and Sophia would go back to my family's farm for the holidays. Sophia's family didn't really care, and I usually always brought Sarah, but I suppose I would be going alone this year.
We all ate the pizza, which was beyond good. We were piled on the couch, the tv on one of those movies named "Couples Retreat". We all collectively agreed that the guys were in the wrong for most of the part. Georgia was sitting next to me, wedged between me and Sophia.
Her head rested against Sophia's shoulder, her legs brushing against mine each time she cackled. Her laugh was infectious. Maybe it was just funny.
We all fell asleep on the couch. Sophia and Georgia sat together, leaning on each other. I leaned the other way, away from Georgia and Sophia.
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Game On
Romance"You're an asshole." Georgia stated, her head held high as she thought she had actually won this little argument. "But you'll still tutor me right?" Wes asked mockingly, tipping his head toward Georgia, a cigarette hanging from his lips. How could...
