Falling for the Quarterback

{"Confused"}

//Edited//

I shut my laptop and exhale a huge sigh of relief after hitting the submit button on my final college application. It is such a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.

Well it would be.

But there is an even bigger weight that just plopped down in its place.

I hate that I'm even thinking about it, that I'm even slightly considering the thought of this, but before I closed my laptop and after I hit the submit application button, I pulled up the Stanford application.

I glanced it over and then shut my laptop.

God it's so stupid, and I know I don't want to go. Or I don't want to consider going, but I am.

A little.

A lot.

I don't know.

I groan in frustration. I would talk to Harry about it, but I just feel like he'd have a biased opinion. Not to say that there are sides in our familial situation, but there is, and he isn't on mine. I can't talk to Emory because she wants me to go and I would go to Sophia but I don't really want her to know that I may be thinking about going to school in California when our plans are Texas. I'd go to Logan but I absolutely do not want to talk about college with him yet, not just yet. I'm far too scared of our college decisions wedging between us, I have no idea where he wants to go.

I pick up my phone and dial the number of the only person I know can give me sound advice right now.

"Nemooooooo!" Luke screams into the phone when he answers it.

I immediately laugh shaking my head at the nickname that he refuses to let go. I get lost in the aquarium once and suddenly I'm Nemo getting snatched up by a man on boat. To be fair I was so caught up in petting the jellyfish that I hadn't heard him say he was taking his sisters to the next exhibit over.

"Luuuuke" I groan still chuckling.

"Hey you caught me at a good time. This is probably the first time in like two weeks I've had a moment to relax on the couch" he sighs out.

"How's everything?" I ask leaning against my headboard.

"Jobs good, I've been working a shit ton of overtime but I'm close to a promotion. My sisters are-" there is a break in his sentence before some noise travels over from his side of the phone. "Ellie no!-" another break. "Hey stop-" another break. "Audrey come get your sister!" he yells finally. "My sisters are my sisters and I love them" he says finally.

I laugh grabbing my laptop and pulling it onto my lap. "Glad everything is going great"

"Mhmm, so what's up, why'd you call?" he asks.

"What?" I gasp appalled. "As if I can't just call you and check up on you and see how you are? You're suggesting I'm not a good friend"

"Oh you're a great friend, my deepest apologies for suggesting otherwise" he replies. "But what's wrong?"

I sigh scrolling through the application. "What would you say if I told you I was thinking about applying to Stanford"

"Like Stanford University in California?" he questions.

"Yeah"

"Well I'd say it's a pretty good school and a great education option. I just didn't know you were considering California" he replies.

"I'm not" I state firmly. "Or I wasn't, I don't know" I exhale in frustration.

"Okay backup a minute, what made you think about applying anyway?" he asks curiously.