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When Syd doesn’t relent with her stare, my shoulders slump in defeat.
I suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly, as another thought hits me. Seeing Drew in his element is a sight to behold. I won’t even go into how the thought alone has my body lighting on fire. Before the accident, he’d claimed he wanted to be friends.Who am I to deny a friend’s request?
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Before headingto the arena for the game, I do something uncharacteristic. Well, for me. I whip out my phone and send a quick text.
Me: You coming tonight?
I see my message is instantly read, and I wait for what feels like forever to see those three little dots to tell me she’s replying.
Abby: I’ll be there. Sydney will kill me if I back out now. It had better be worth all the hype. Lol
Her sharp tongue has me smiling uncontrollably. I can picture her eyes narrowing and her expression serious.
Me: It’ll be a great game. If we win, will you come to the next home game?
Her response is instant.
Abby: What happens if you don’t?
Me: Bite your tongue, woman. You’re gonna jinx us. Just for that, you owe me.
Abby: For what?
Me: For having such little faith.
Abby: Sorry. No harm meant. How can I make it up to you and your precious ego?
I can picture her chin jutting out and her eyes rolling. But I’m almost certain she’s not backing out.
Me: When we win—which we will—I’ll think of something. So be ready.
I see the dots appear, then disappear, and repeat this pattern for a few agonizing moments. When I can’t take it any longer, I quickly tap a question into the text field.
Me: What time do you want to study tomorrow?
Abby: I work until noon. But I’m free afterward.
Me: Want me to pick you up from the library at noon?
Abby: Sure. BTW—good luck tonight.
Me: Thanks. Gotta run. See you there.
Abby: Sure—It’ll be like finding Waldo in the crowd. Lol
I laugh aloud, earning a questioning look from DeShawn as he enters my room wearing a suit and CRU color for his shirt and tie. We’re each wearing a variation of this for game day. Instead of paying him any attention, I send my last text to Abby.
Me: If we win tonight, I’ll be at your place an hour after the game ends to celebrate. If I don’t, I’ll be there to commiserate.
I cringe when it hits me that I might be overstepping a boundary. We haven’t talked about any of this. But I’m a go with your gut type of guy.
I just hope I didn’t fuck up royally.
