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Cougar Callout
We couldn’t let Thanksgiving end without letting our loyal readers know what our boys were up to today. Many of the Cougars arrived at one of the many soup kitchens in town to serve their community. Among those in attendance was our fearless, grumpy quarterback, Grayson Hayes.
Now, this isn’t something new for him. He’s been serving his community since his days in college and has continued each year when his schedule has allowed. We couldn’t ask for a better man to lead our team.
*Cue us swooning*
When asked through the years why he does this, he’s always declined to answer. Today was no different.
While there were a few others with Hayes, helping make a difference, we of course have to talk about Chance Collins. This is not somewhere we’d normally see Collins, but the reasoning for him being there became clear after speaking to any and every reporter he came in contact with. Below is a direct statement:
Interviewer:“How have you been coping with your breakup?”
Collins:“I’m hoping that the space I’m giving Emma is what she needs to realize that she made a mistake. Hopefully she comes to her senses soon because the deadline to cancel our wedding venue and the other vendors is coming up. I love her and want to spend my life with her.”
There was a bit more, but here at Callout we can tell a snake from a cougar, and we personally felt that he was being disingenuous. So we have linked the full article so you can make your own inferences readers.
We have reached out to Emmaline Jones multiple times with no luck. Hopefully one day we will hear both sides to their story.
Until next time.
xoxo
Chapter 30
Spencer
The past week, Emmaline has been more like the version of herself from the summer.
Between not speaking with her mom since their blow up at Thanksgiving to that douchebag ex talking to reporters yet again about hoping they get back together, the woman who just started to get the light back in her eyes has dimmed.
In her place is the very shell of a person she was trying so hard to avoid becoming again. I had to convince her to not back out of her parents’ annual cookie decorating night. And for someone who tends to have so much guilt for missing out on things that are important to those she cares about, I refused to let her not show up.
To butter her up, I suggested a weekend away.
Away from her mom, away from news and gossip articles, and away from the stress of work.
She’s been picking up shifts more and more, running herself ragged and I want to give her a break. When she agreed without making a joke about me finally taking her out to the middle of nowhere to murder her, I knew that this weekend was extremely needed.
But first, we have to get through tonight with everyone and I plan to be a buffer—the best that I can be—between Emmy and her mom.
“Alright guys, listen up,” Susannah says, clapping to get our attention. “Since we have two newbies,” she points to me and Beckett, “I’m going to go over the guidelines for our little competition.
“This year, we have snowmen and reindeer shaped sugar cookies, with every basic color of frosting, plus some small bowls for you to mix and place the frosting in the piping bags. You can decorate as many as you’d like, but when the hour is up, you can only pick one to put forward in the judging process. Andrew and I are not the judges. That honor goes to Edie, who asked to receive photos this year as she can’t get away from the diner.
“Pizzas will be ordered before time is up and we can eat in the living room while watching a Christmas movie. I hope that everyone has fun. Let’s get started.”
We’re about thirty minutes in and I’ve already finished my cookies.
And by cookies, I mean I decorated exactly one cookie before eating the other four she gave us.
Emmaline, Colette, Theo, and Cori have been locked in from the beginning—barely talking to anyone.
Piper and Callum have been swapping cookies every couple of minutes to add their own flair to each other’s cookies.
And then you have Beckett who’s been actively trying to keep Mia from squirting black icing onto his cookies.
Susannah comes back in after ordering dinner, taking in the chaos, and smiles. “What do you think you’re doing Amelia Callahan?”
