Wonderwall

Chapter 6

                  

The pic on the side is of Brecklyn.

We hung out until midnight. I left her at her car, after we exchanged numbers. She lives in Philadelphia, and that's only about an hour and a half from New York City.

I'm walking the beach alone, and I'm starting to get nervous. The beach is sketchy at night, truthfully full of drunks and rapists.

I pull out my phone, texting Noah.

Me: are you still at the beach?

Noah: no, we left at like ten something

Noah: are you?

Me: yeah

Noah: it's late

Me: I know

Noah: call me and stay on the phone until you're almost here and I'll come to the lobby

Me: okay

So I call him, and he answers immediately.

"Hey." He says. He sounds tired.

"Hi." I sigh.

I get an Uber, and I wait around for it.

"I can't believe you found Emma. I'm happy for you."

"I know, I'm really happy."

"That's great." He says. "I hope she won't replace me."

"She won't." I say.

I hesitate.

"Do you remember when I was drunk?" I ask.

"Yeah." He sighs.

"I remember it also. I was avoiding you because I felt like I took advantage of you in a way. What I did was disgusting."

"It's fine. You were drunk. I never should have fallen asleep."

I sigh.

"Whatever. Can we put it behind us? Is that okay?"

"It's been behind me." He mumbles.

It's silent.

After a while, my Uber shows up.

I get in and take the ride to the hotel, and as I'm pulling into the parking lot, Noah said he's in the lobby.

I go inside after paying my driver and I hang up the phone.

I walk up to him.

"Did you have fun?" he asks.

"Yeah. It was nice."

"That's good." He says, getting on the elevator. I follow him.

My floor is above his. He hits my floor number.

There's only a month left in the season.

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Florida was a complete drag.

There's only three weeks left in the season, and today, Coach told me that by a year contract, it means one season.

Which means I have to redo my contract again.

Today is Monday and we actually have a day without a game, so I'm lounging around my house when my phone chimes.

Noah: get dressed.

Me: why?

Noah: I'm downstairs and we're going out for a while, so get dressed. Wear sneakers.