Dude's A Lady?

Chapter Eighteen

Ty nudged me further, but I groaned in protest. The exact opposite of what I wanted to do for my weekend was end up in another school. However, Ty dragged me along to his boring college tour.

"Our university has been leading in the medical research field for scoliosis.  And since 2004 we've been been regional champions in the women's basketball league." the chirpy tour guide recited as we walked through campus.

"You can do better than this." I reminded Ty.

He shrugged unfazed by the mediocre school. I don't know why he's actually considering this school, his football skills by far exceeded this school's team.

"It's always good to keep my options open." he waved me off. I pursed my lips and nodded anyway. This was Tyson's decision and if he wanted to play for a less than desirable team, then let it be.

"I hope they're wide open." I mumbled under my breath as we toured the rest of the campus.

By four o'clock we had seen the campus inside and out. The only thing that made this place slighly good was the free fro-yo machine in the canteen. That's it! Not even delicious frozen yogurt would make me choose this school.

I just really hope Ty has other school's he's seriously considering. He had so much potential on the field, and he was an average student. Any university would love to have Tyson, all he had to do was just apply himself.

On our walk back to my campus, his phone went off. Ty looked at me sheepishly and I waved him off to answer it. He gave me that genuine all-american boy next door smile and quickly answered it.

"Hello?" he mumbled and waited patiently as the person on the other lined talked to him.

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"I thought everyone knew I went to Boston for the weekend?" he frowned confused.

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"Blake," upon hearing his name I snapped my gaze to Ty. "dude you need an attitude adjustment! No one said anything about football practice." Ty snapped losing his temper.

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"Warning? Since when have we ever had strikes on the team?"

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"I wish you would kick me off the team, Orton! You've been pushing it jackass." Ty growled menacingly. From the other end I could hear Blake yelling, but nothing coherent I could understand.

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"Fine then." Ty responded eerily calm. "Get your shit together, you're a mess Blake." then he hung up.

I frowned upon hearing Ty. Was Blake really a mess, did this have to do with my brother and Sophia? Blake wasn't a pleasant person for the most part when I knew him, but there was something.

Like this small part of him that was carefree. The one time I spent with him was one of the greatest nights of my life- well before my dad ruined it. But I'll never forget the way he laughed when I told him embarrassing stories of myself. Or how we listened to the same music and quizzed each other on movies.

I didn't have many regrets in my life. But not befriending Blake was most definitely one. And when Ty called him a mess I wanted to jump on the defense. He should know Blake better than anyone considering they're best friends.

I knew he wasn't a mess. I don't know what's going on with the brooding Blake, but I know he's no mess.

"What happened?" I asked after awhile.

"Nothing." Tyson muttered still in a mood. I nudged him and pestered him to be honest. Finally he sighed in defeat, "Blake's been....different. I don't know where to begin with that guy." Ty grounded out balling his fists in anger.