It's been a week. 7 fucking torturous days. We've been in contact but it's minimal. Only texting. Is it sad to say I'm a little scared to call her before I goto bed, only to check on her of course. Maybe I'm too attached but, so what? I know this girl is the one I've never in my entire life felt such a connection, it's almost as if I'm drawn to this girl. Every time I close my eyes I see her there smiling because I said something stupid.
Maybe I'm just anxious for her to show up to my dorm room. I got the tickets from coach for next Fridays game, all she has to do is pick 'em up from my dorm room. The same dorm room that I'm currently residing in as I waist another Saturday. The funny thing is though, is that I don't care, at all, as long as I get to see her.
Kora could be here any minute, and the longer she takes the worse I feel. After practice I showered in the locker room and practically sped to get home. From there I changed my outfit roughly 6 times. I tried khakis and a polo, grey sweats and a black v-neck that was fitted, I tried shirt less with basketball shorts, and I even tried a sweater vest; a fucking sweater vest, I didn't even know I owned one of those let alone pack one.
After that Mike walked in asks 'what the hell' I was wearing, making me finally resort to dark wash jeans and a white v-neck with cologne so I look nice and smell good too. Bringing me back to the boring, nerve racking wait for Kora. I even have proof that I'm now officially crazy because during said waiting I cleaned my side of the room completely; Mike even yelled at me for trying to get his side tided up.
"Dude can you fucking stop already?" Mike groaned. I didn't even know I was mumbling under my breath about how worried I was about her not being here yet until I was yelled at.
Running my fingers through my hair for the 100th time I reply, "Sorry man, I'm just nervous, I can't help it."
Right as Mike was about to reply there was a knock on the door, causing me to spring up from my bed and fly to the door. As I opened the door a wave of disappointment washed over me. "Oh, hey Sky. Come on in Mike was just studying."
I open the door wider giving her more room to enter. Stepping through the threshold she turn's to me with a smile as I close the door. "Well you seem ecstatic to see me. If it's about that girl, Kora, she got held up in the lobby by some guy named Ethan."
My heart literally drops out of my chest. Kora, the girl of my dreams, is in the lobby talking to one of the most popular guys on campus. I couldn't hate Ethan Blake more than I currently do even if I tried. Just like his father and brother he's expected to go pro for football, the only good thing is he's not my competition in football since he's a running back and I'm a QB.
Looking at Sky with a face I'm pretty damn sure shows complete and utter hurt I ask the one question I might possibly die from. "Is- is she um- uh dating him?"
Sky whips her head around so fast with a look of surprise I'm afraid she gave herself whiplash. "Are you- never mind," she changes her mind shaking her head, removing the thought. "I know Kora, Jake, she's a good girl even though we've only known each other for a month and half I know she's a good girl. We're taking nursing classes together, even if she knew you she wouldn't lie to you. I know her fairly well, she doesn't have a boyfriend Jake. You have nothing to worry about."
Watching Sky walk over to Mike and sit in his lap I realized something. I realized how jealous I was and how much I hated it. I was jealous of not only Mike and Sky's relationship but even the thought alone of someone else having Kora. And I truly did hate the feeling, especially in that moment.
Laying back down on my bed I felt relief, she didn't have a boyfriend. I still had a chance, most likely a small one but a chance none the less. I guess you could say that was better than nothing but it didn't mean she wasn't interested in someone, and I still had to fight through that if she was.
