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She doesn’t answer me, but the tension in the truck is felt immediately. She’s afraid, and she doesn’t know who she’s riding with anymore. But I’m learning how she quickly covers that fear by pressing in instead of backing off.
“You really weren’t kidding when you said you're not the saint everyone thinks you are.”
I don't respond to that. “I’m taking you back to the restaurant, and you’re going to call a cab and go home. Don’t fucking walk.” I bite out the words. “We have to talk about this, but not tonight.”
She’s quiet, and I'm fuming as I make my way back to the restaurant. I throw the truck in park by the curb, but leave it running. “Go inside and call. I’ll wait here until they come.”
“Don't bother. I don’t need you tailing me home either.”
I scoff. “Can you just be a normal human being and not a reporter until we talk this out? Last thing I need is a headline right now.”
She raises her chin and, in a sarcastic voice, says, “ButFriday Night Lights Outhas such a nice ring to it.” She gives a smug grin, then turns away from me, but I see her hands shake as she opens the door, and I know those nerves are going to keep her mouth shut for a little while.
TRICKIE NICKIES
Soba: NIKKKKKK. You drop passes like my grandma drops bingo chips
Loving: Bro had TWO balls hit him in the hands and he said “nah, I’m good”. You should give that reporter friend of yours two balls. I bet she’d hold onto them
Me: Y’all got jokes, huh? It’s called strategic distraction. I had to make the defense think I wasn’t a threat. Chess, not checkers
Soba: If you haven’t noticed, you’re a football player, not an old man in the park. Get it together, man
Loving: FR tho, are your gloves made of butter, or was that a personal choice?
Me: Keep it up. Next game, I’m stiff-arming one of y’all into next week
Loving: You gotta catch the ball first, King Fumblehands
Me: Okay okay, roast me while you can. Just remember who pulled that 50-yard TD two weeks ago
Soba: And what did you tell the reporter? *clears throat* One day you’re a hero, next day you’re a zero
Loving: I saw that interview. That reporter? That’s his girl.
Me: She’s not my girl
Soba: Wait! The hot one with dark hair? Damn, brooooo. You can pull ‘em
Me: Speaking of pulling, how’s the wife?
Soba: Very satisfied and hopefully knocked up
Me: …
Loving: …
Soba: There’s no pulling OUT when I’m around
Loving: Too much sex will drain you. Careful out there
Soba: Says the guy who pulled a hammy during warmups
Me: Speaking of, anyone know what’s up with Miller on your squad, Loving? Saw he didn’t suit up. And I saw Johnson wasriding the pine
Loving: Miller’s nursing an ankle, probably out 1-2. They’re releasing the info at today’s press conference. Johnson’s got a groin thing, but it’s not public yet. You didn’t hear it from me
Soba: We hear everything from you. You’re more on point than ESPN
