Gavin
Oh great. What did you name me?
Is it something rude or something nice?
I’m betting on rude ;)
Me
I saved you as Gavin
Sorry to disappoint
He will never know.
Gavin
Alrighty then :)
Anyway, just wanted to say you did great today
The angels didn't win
My chest does a thing. Which is stupid. It's just a text.
Me
They never win. The Doctor always figures it out
Gavin
Geek
Me
Jock
Gavin
Student and jock
Respect your tutor
I'm smiling at my phone like an idiot when something catches my eye. His backpack's still here, forgotten under the seat. I grab it, meaning to text him, but it's partially open, and papers spill out.
I don't mean to look. But the top page is clearly visible, a training journal, detailed and meticulous. Sets, reps, weights, alltracked with notes about form and adjustments. Below that are pages of play diagrams with annotations in his surprisingly neat handwriting.
I flip through before I can stop myself. Everything's organized. Thoughtful. There are nutrition logs with calculated macros, injury-prevention protocols, and even notes from what look like sports-psychology sessions.
"Fourth quarter mental fatigue—review visualization techniques""Hip flexor tightness affecting explosive power—add targeted stretches""Team cohesion drill worked well, suggest to Coach."
This isn't some dumb jock going through motions. This is someone who approaches his sport like I approach medicine, with precision and dedication and genuine intelligence.
"Fuck," I whisper to the empty auditorium.
My phone buzzes again.
Gavin
