I woke up at 8:00 on Saturday because someone was calling me.
I rolled over and felt a slight pain from the game yesterday. Ugh.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Hey Riley, this is Blake."
"What the fuck do you want? And how'd you get this number." I yelled at him.
"I just wanted to say good job." He said and then he hung up.
Man. This boy loves waking me up.
I got out of bed and saw a note on the table.
Hey Riley,
I got home last night but had to leave this morning. I'll be home in 2 months minimum. Love you, Mom.
Pfft. As if. She loves me?
Nope.
I don't wanna do anything today..
I crawled back into bed and started watching Pretty Little Liars.
I stopped half way through thinking about football.
Is that how it'll always be? Boys telling me u suck and slapping my ass?
No. Cause I'm here to prove what I can do. I know I'm better then most boys here.
I train. I try. And I don't give up. Half these boys would rather be getting high then practicing.
I actually love football. I take it seriously. I'm not here to just let it all slip away because of some rude boys.
I ended up falling asleep at 3:00am watching PLL.
I woke up at 11:30 that morning and called Max to see if he wanted to hang out.
Sorry Missy, my grandpa came to visit.
Jessica couldn't come either.
Dang it.
Looks like I'll spend the day watching PLL ... again.
This was a really terrible filler. Sorry about it guys. I don't know where I'm going with this, but I'm trying.
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