“That’s more your style than mine.” He tips his head back and closes his eyes. Can’t blame him. He’ll never admit it, but he’s under a lot of pressure.
Team captain. Heisman hopeful. NFL legacy.
That shit takes a toll.
I should know. I’ve been trapped under my father’s thumb for as long as I can remember. The game is my only escape.
“Whatever. This time next year we’ll be travelling in luxury.” The comment is as much a reminder for myself as it is Reid.
National championship. First-round draft pick. NFL contract.
Freedom.
My phone vibrates and I dig it out of my pocket. It takes some serious maneuvering because instead of joggers, which would make the four-hour bus ride from Buffalo to College Park marginally more tolerable, I’m stuck in a monkey suit. Like the fans really give a shit what we wear on the bus.
Might as well get used to it.
It’ll be more of the same in the NFL. At least there I’ll be compensated for my discomfort.
I glance down at my phone and find a text from an unknown number. I swipe the screen to read it, expecting a booty call. Or maybe a nude selfie.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
After all, we just won our first road game, and Waverlyisa football school.
Unknown: So, I need advice. About guys. And since you’re in a fraternity...
It’s the girl from last weekend. The one who loves Star Wars and hates Greek life.
Before I can respond, three dots appear, followed by another message.
Unknown: Sorry. Texting random guys for advice is weird, right? Forget I asked.
Not likely. Besides, I’m bored as hell.
Me: What’s weird is texting random frat dudes 4 adv—
I backspace and erase the number four. She already thinks I’m a douche. No need to reinforce her unflattering opinion.
Me: What’s weird is texting random frat dudes for advice. You know, since we’re all the same.
Unknown: What can I say? *shrug emoji* I’m desperate.
This fucking girl. A better man might be offended, but her snark game is strong, and I’m here for it.
Me: First bit of advice, never admit to being desperate.
I stare at the screen, anticipation building low in my gut as I wait for her reply.
Unknown: That would be good advice, if I were trying to impress you.
Me: Ouch. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that you’ll catch more bees with honey?
Unknown: It’s flies.
Me: What flies?
Unknown: *facepalm emoji* The phrase is “You’ll catch more flies with honey.”
