Page 70 of Courtside

Thursday?

Lol

“There’s”

Ha.

Wut.

Just wanted to see if you knew how to spell it. And you do, so points for Hughes.

**You’re mean.

Yes.

* * *

David Hughes.

Lefty.

Why are there flowers by my door?

I wouldn’t know about that.

David.

Yes?

…

Do u like them?

Of course I do, you turd.

Did u just…call me a turd? After I got u flowers?

Thank you.

Ur welcome

* * *

The team shuffled onto the plane, a long line of team-branded black sweats and hoodies, with the exception of David, Tim, Sage, and their trainer for the trip, Jake. He was new on the staff, and seemed nice enough.

Sage certainly seemed to think so. The two of them had been locked in conversation since they’d arrived at the airport, and David was slowly losing his goddamn mind. He didn’t care that she was talking to some scrawny kid around her age. David was fine. Perfectly calm and fine.

Sage moved into an empty row and settled down in the window seat. When Jake followed, taking the seat next to her, David had to bite his tongue to keep from telling the entitled little shit to move fromhisspot.

But they were at work, and there was no reason for him to sit next to the team manager. Maybe if he could get Tim and Sage to share a row with him they could be having a conversation about stats, but…

Nope.

He kept his eyes down as he walked past her. Even though he wasn’t looking at her, he could perfectly picture her: high ponytail, dark eyebrows arching over her green eyes, her mouth probably twisted into that little smirk that made the dimple appear in her cheek.

He ended up sitting a few rows back with Tim, and nodded politely when a businessman in a suit joined them.

Ah, the joys of flying commercially.

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