Game On

CHAPTER TEN

Wesley Donavan 

I would not say I was in a lucky situation. I would say I was in more of a predicament than anything else. I stared at Sarah as she rambled on about something. I didn't smile like I used too. I didn't joke like I used too. I think this was a bullshit joke from everyone. 

"Are you even listening?" Sarah groaned. I snapped out of my trance. 

"Yeah. Of course." I said, shaking my head before she continued. My eyes resumed to the spot behind her. I thought in College people were supposed to meet at least a few people and end up marrying each other? I mean, I know I only met Sarah, but she's persistent, and I don't think I'll get out of this thing that we have. 

I rested my arm on the back of the couch, staring up at Sarah as she rambled on about her exams. My mind wasn't filled with her all the time anymore, it wasn't filled with the thoughts of us when we first got together, because honestly, those were the only actual good memories I have ever acquired with this girl. 

"I gotta go. It's six. I have to meet Georgia at Brews & Views." I sighed, pushing myself off of the couch. I grabbed my books, my lighter and a bottle of water. Sarah didn't even say goodbye, and just kept going on, talking to herself. 

I made my way down the steps, opening the bottle of water and taking a sip. I packed my cigarettes, hitting the bottom on the palm of my hand before opening my truck door. I got in, tearing the thin plastic wrap off. 

I always wondered why I smoked cigarettes. Perhaps it was because I liked the way the smoke looked, how I liked inhaling things, or the small nicotine buzz you get from them. Whatever it was, I was obsessed. But not addicted. The cigarettes hung out of the corner of my mouth as I took a drag, before opening my window and blowing the smoke out. 

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I was late. I'm not saying I stopped for beer, but I most definitely stopped for beer. I left it in the truck as I stepped on the butt of the cigarette. I could see Georgia, waiting patiently. Today, she wore a nice little white crop top with a teddy bear on it. She wore sweatpants and a zip up. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine, a small, addictive smile crossed her face. And god, those dimples. 

"You know," She began as I sat down. "Those thing's still kill you, Wesley." She mused. I stared at her for a moment. I was catching myself starting to have those thoughts I had about Sarah, about Georgia. And I wasn't sure I liked it. 

"Well, maybe you shouldn't be so concerned with me, G." I shrugged, setting the books down on the table. She slid them over to her, opening them as she looked back up to me. Her educational words flowed from one ear out the other. I couldn't stop staring at her lips, my head beating just a bit faster in my chest. I wasn't sure why I felt like this. 

We talked, and we started to forget about studying, inching closer. Georgia is opening up about her family life. And I pay attention, as much attention as I can. 

"Anyways, enough about me," She started but I cut her off quickly. 

"C'mon Georgia. It's never enough about you." I mumbled, my eyes flickering around her face. She smiled, letting out a small breath as she looked down. She fiddled with her hands, and her leg bounced slightly. 

"Do you wanna get out of here?" I asked suddenly. "I can take you somewhere. It's real nice when it's completely dark out." I said quickly. God, it sounded like I was going to kill this girl. She looked at me for a moment. 

"Yeah. Sure. I walked here anyways." She finally said, nodding as she stood up. I gathered the books, walking back to the truck with her. I placed the books in the back and got into the truck.