Beckham
My morning starts with a run, and an apology. I'm picking my way down a perilous trail dotted with rocks and tree roots when I hear Xavier's voice behind me. I chose this shitty trail just to avoid him (he hates running hills), so when I hear him call out, "Hey, wait up!" my brain shorts out and I forget all about watching the ground in front of my feet. Next thing I know, I'm sprawled across the forest floor and Xavier is crouching down next to me like some Good Samaritan sent from Hell. "You okay?" he asks. I spit dirt out of my mouth and swear furiously. "I'll take that as a no." "Of course I'm not f*****g okay. Words can't even describe how much I don't want to see you right now." I can't tell who I'm more furious with— him, for tracking me down on my run, or myself, fo
