"Honestly?" he asks, looking at me sideways.
I nod.
"A lot—most. He's really amped up because the scouts are here. He wants to get noticed so he's going to be working out more, practicing harder, watching films with coach. Basically whatever he was doing before, times that by at least two," he informs me.
I let out a sigh. "Phone calls and texts. That's what I'm going to be getting from my boyfriend for who knows how long."
"Pretty much."
"Great."
My phone beepsat one in the morning. I groan, rolling over. The light from the screen has me blinking.
Cam:Sorry I didn't get to call. Sleep well.
That's it? That's all I get? Gah. I'm totally not texting him back after that. I knew it was coming—and this is just the beginning.
Three days laterI give in and send him a text. The silence sucks.
Olivia:Hey, babe. I hope football's going good. Don't forget to stretch.
I press send.
Don't forget to stretch?I'm a moron, but I've got nothing new going on here and no clue what's going on there.
Later that nightI get a message back.
Cam: Things are good. I'm exhausted. Our first game is this weekend. You going?
Olivia:Yep. I'll be there with Lex and Sebastian.
Cam:You hanging around Smith again?
Olivia:Uh, yeah. Why wouldn't I?
Cam:He was a dick to you.
Olivia:So were you for a lot of years but I'm talking to you, too.
I shouldn't have sent that.
Cam: Touché.
Olivia:Can you call next time?
Cam:I'll try. Sleep good.
Olivia:You too.
The next night I don't hear from him at all.
My phone ringsand I rush to answer hoping it's Cam. It's not and I'm not in the mood to chat.
Sebastian gives me a look. "What's going on?"
"Nothing."
"Literally," Lex adds.
