2. Chapter 2
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I take my first sip of coffee and let it warm me under Kelsey’s frigid
stare.
Nothing to do but wait for Nathan to surface so we can get going with
our Tuesday tradition.
It dates all the way back to our junior year of high
school.
I was a sort of self-designated loner in those days, not because I
didn’t love people or socializing, but because I lived and breathed ballet.
My mom used to encourage me to skip dance occasionally to go to a party
and be with my friends.
“These days of getting to just be a kid and have fun
won’t last forever.
Ballet isn’t everything.
It’s important to build a life
outside of it too,” she said to me on more than one occasion.
And of course,
like most dutiful teenagers…I didn’t listen.
Between dancing and my afterschool job working in a restaurant, I
didn’t really have friends. But then he happened.
I wanted to increase my
endurance, so I started running our school’s track before school, and the
only day I could make this happen schedule-wise was on Tuesdays.
I
showed up one morning and was shocked to see another student already
running.
Not just any student, but the captain of the football team. Mr.
Hottie McHotterson. (Nathan didn’t have an awkward phase. He looked like a twenty-five-year-old at sixteen. So unfair.)
Jocks were supposed to be rude.
Chauvinistic.
Full of themselves.
Not
Nathan.
He saw me in my scuffed-up sneakers, curly hair piled on my head
in the grossest bun anyone has ever seen, and he stopped running.
He came
over and introduced himself with his huge trademark smile and asked if I
wanted to run with him.
We talked the entire time, instant best friends with
so much in common, despite our different upbringings.
Yeah, you guessed it—he comes from a wealthy family.
His dad is the
CEO of a tech company and has never shown much interest in Nathan
unless he’s showing him off on the golf course in front of his work friends,
and his mom pretty much just hung around and badgered him to make it to
the top and bring her into the limelight with him.
They always had money,but what they didn’t have until Nathan made it big was social standing.
In
case you can’t tell, I’m not a huge fan of his parents.
So anyway, thus began our Tuesday tradition. And the exact moment I
fell for Nathan? I can pinpoint it down to the second.
We were on our final lap of that very first run together when his hand
caught mine.
He tugged me to a stop then bent down in front of me and tied
my shoe.
He could have just told me it was untied, but no—Nathan’s not
like that.
It doesn’t matter who you are or how famous he is; if your shoe is
untied, he’s going to tie it for you.
I’ve never met anyone else like that. I
was so gone for him from day one.
We were both so determined to achieve success, despite how young we
were.
He always knew he’d end up in the NFL, and I knew I was headed to
Juilliard and then to dance in a company after.
One of those dreams became
a reality, and one did not.
Unfortunately, we lost touch during college (fine,
I made us lose touch), but I serendipitously moved to LA after graduating
when a friend told me about another friend who was looking to hire an
assistant instructor at her dance studio just as Nathan signed with the LA
Sharks and moved to town as well.
We bumped into each other at a coffee shop, he asked if I wanted to go
for a jog on Tuesday for old time’s sake, and the rest was history.
Our
friendship picked right back up as if no time had passed at all, and
unfortunately, my heart still pined for him the same as it had back then too.
The funny thing is, Nathan was never projected to reach the heights in
his career that he has.
Nope, Nathan Donelson was drafted in the seventh
round, and he effectively warmed the bench as a backup quarterback for
two whole years.
He never got discouraged, though. He worked harder,
trained harder, and made sure he was ready if his time came to take the
field, because that’s how Nathan approaches everything in life: with nothing
but 100% effort.
And then one day, it all paid off for him.
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