Shawn
I’m getting my ass handed to me on the field. I’m here at football practice, but my mind is not.
I can’t figure out why I’m so caught up in my guilt over what happened at lunch. Maybe it's the realization that I lost the mystery texter.
Yeah, Lila’s text came out of the blue to me but it was not my normal. I liked it that is was something different.
Even though it was that long, I liked the change of pace. Plus, I wasn’t this Shawn, the popular football player.
Coach blew the whistle and I ran over to the sideline to squirt some water down my throat.
“Mathews!” Coach yelled, halting me from getting a water bottle.
“Get your head out of your ass! What the hell is wrong with you? You are all over the damn place.” Coach yelled at me.
“I’m sorry Coach.” Is all I could say.
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