I tried to refocus in my next class, to get her out of my mind, but I couldn’t.
I’d expected Pete to talk my ear off about her all night last night, or Archie, or both of them, but they’d left me alone in my room to get my paper done. They hadn’t even messaged me about her and that made me wonder. Maybe it hadn’t gone right, and Archie hadn’t managed to sell the idea to her. I hadn’t thought about that, I realized.
I took my chair in the stadium style room and sat back against the seat. This wasn’t how my day was supposed to go. I was supposed to turn in my paper, get to practice after this class, and start on the next day’s work, because practice or not, my homework never ended.
I wasn’t a bad football player, but I wasn’t as determined to make it to the NFL as Archie was. A lifetim
