Page 7 of Dear, Carson McDermott
After practice, we hit the locker room so we could shower. I was getting ready when Tony clapped my back,
“You taking Kitty home?” he asked as he got dressed.
“Yep. Said I would.” I replied as I got dressed as well.
“Alright cool. Guess what?”
I could tell that Tony was excited by his tone, I put on my last material of clothing and looked up at him as he stood there with his gym bag.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“I got in!” He screamed.
“No fucking way dude! You’re officially a fucking Gator?”
“Hell fucking yeah!” Tony replied.
I walked the little steps to him and hugged him. I was proud of him. He always wanted to be a Gator and I was so glad he got it. After the hug, I collected my stuff so that we could walk out.
“Have you told your parents?” I asked him as we walked to the parking lot.
“My Dad is so damn happy and Mom is just glad that I’m staying close by instead of leaving like the rebel, Kitty.”
I pulled my phone out to text her so she could meet me at the parking lot.
Me: Ooo Kitty Kat…
Katerina: Already here, pussy.
I chuckled, shaking my head as I showed Tony the text that she sent. He laughed right along with me.
“Something is off about this one. I’m telling you; she learned this behavior from Unc.” I laughed some more because I knew he was referring to their Uncle Gabriel, he was a funny man.
I texted Katerina back.
Me: Meow Lil Darlin’
Me: Speaking of pussy…
I knew that would have her wondering what I was talking about. I tucked my phone into my pocket as I continued to talk to Tony.
“I’m so nervous because I really want to go to USC. Dad said there is some mail for me at home, but I mean if not USC then Tennessee, baby.”
“Bro, you’ll get in. It’s you! You’re Carson Bubba McDermott! You’ve been big news before you even moved out here. Shit, I don’t think they’ve seen such a great ass quarterback at your level. Dude, you’re only in High School. Just imagine how much better you’ll be playing College and then BOOM! Pro.”
“Damn brother, when ya put it like that, it makes me feel all special inside and whatnot.” I chuckled.
Tony clapped a hand on my back,
“I bet you it’s USC,” he said as he began walking towards his Navigator. “Thanks for dropping munchkin again.” He nodded towards Katerina who was hanging back on the phone leaning on my truck.
I smiled, looking at Tony and winking.
“Now you know I’m a southern gentleman, we always make sure that our Lil’ Darlins are good to go.”
Tony shook his head,
“Southern bullshit is what it is.”
