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XI. The Moment I Ditched For Tampons & Rom-Coms

A/N: This chapter is a lengthy one at over 5700 words but it's a good one. Once again another sweet moment between our Bate/Nex duo.

Also—for those of you who have read A Thousand Miles From Nowhere—there's a bit of a back story behind their humor when it comes to hickies. ;)

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XI. The Moment I Ditched For Tampons & Rom-Coms

It's been nearly a month since school started back up and I can honestly say that my senior year is going by quiet smoothly.

Of course I've been busy as hell with football practices every day but it's nothing new to me. I've been playing for this team since my freshmen year and I've grown accustom to Coach Winchester's brutal practices. The last few weeks I've watched the newbies struggle to keep up with burpees, monkey rolls, and 50 40s.

Trust me, I was right there with them when I was the newbie and I won't lie and say I still don't leave practice sore as hell, ready to pass out after a long steaming shower.

Yesterday's practice was pretty hectic and Coach was ruthless but only because our first game of the season comes up this Friday. So Coach is working us all to the bone to get us primed and ready to take on our rivals from Hotchkins High School. They're a few towns over and double the size of Clinton Hills but what can I say, their football team blows.

Even so, Coach doesn't believe in letting your guard down and if you fuck up by missing practice for any reason—doesn't matter if your grandma is on her death bed—you best be on the field at 3:30 sharp; otherwise, you're getting benched for the next game and you better cross your fingers he doesn't decide to just can your ass. Thankfully, I've never missed a day of practice so I've never been on the receiving end of the Winchester Fury.

Since I had to be at school early to get a new set of jerseys because I apparently grew even bigger since last year, I wasn't able to bring the girls with me to school this morning. So when I walk up to my locker that is ten down from Bex and Heather's, I'm throughly confused as to why I only see Heather standing there with Ford.

I grab my Calculus book for my first period, shove it in my navy blue Jansports, and sling the bag over my shoulder as I make my way to the two of them. I glance around and towards the main entrance to see if I can spot Bex anywhere but I don't.

"Hey where's Bex at?" I nod towards Heather and she instantly furrows her brows with a frown.

I don't like the look on her face and my stomach feels like an Acme anvil from the Roadrunner cartoons has been dropped inside it, causing a frog sized lump to make its home in my throat.

"It's—umm—girl stuff..." Heather purses her lips together and tightens her grip on her bag.

"Heather..." I groan out and step closer to her. Apparently the look on my face convinced her to tell me because she quickly clears her throat with wide eyes as she leans in closer to me.

"It's you know...that time..."

"She's on her rag dude," Ford blurts out loudly through a mouthful of a loaded breakfast burrito.

A few juniors walking by giggle under their breath at him and of course he gives a head nod with a literal cheesy smile, not even bothering to swallow his food first. That makes them laugh even more but not in the way Ford would hope. Way to go fucker.

Heather reaches over and smacks Ford on the back of the head. When he nearly drops his foiled wrapped breakfast, he glares and walks behind me to hide from her. God he can be such a pussy sometimes.