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“I have more money than sense. I’d have donated money to the team in exchange for them passing by this recruit.”
Calvin snorts while Jason looks at me like I’m a god.
Kellan pats me on the shoulder. “It’s good to see you in love, man. You deserve it. We better get going, though. If we are late for class, Coach will add extra suicides, and that is not on my bingo card today.”
I nod. “Mine either. I’ll let you know what I find out.”
As we disperse, I pull out my phone and look up my cousin.
“Well, this is a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure, little cousin?”
“Hey, Reagan. I heard someone might be coming to scout at Walker.”
She laughs. “Stalking me now?”
“Just thought I should tell you that it would be a waste of time. The quarterback is a piece of shit,” I tell her.
Reagan hums. “Understood. How about I come and have lunch with you? Let the guy think he has a chance before we crush his dreams.”
An idea forms in my head. “Sure. I’ll bring my girlfriend along.”
“I look forward to meeting her. See you next week.”
I hang up the phone feeling like Kyle might just learn to regret the shit he does.
nine
Ieye the clock on the kitchen wall. He’s supposed to be here any time so we can hang out together, but I don’t think I can do it. Will got home late and is still sleeping. The thought of waking him up just so I can go hang out with my fake boyfriend doesn’t sit right.
Grabbing my phone from the counter, I go to pull up our text messages when there’s a knock on the door.
Shit.
He’s already here and ten minutes early.
I set down my phone and head out of the kitchen.
“Everything okay, Agatha?” Dad asks as he steps out of the hall.
“Everything is fine. Why don’t you sit down while I answer the door?”
Dad nods. “Oh, all right.”
As he moves toward his chair, I head to the door.
“Hey,” I say as I swing the door open.
Wyatt stands on the porch with one hand in his pocket and a small bouquet in the other.
“Hey, beautiful. These are for you,” he says as he hands over the flowers.
Slowly I reach out and take them from him. “You bought me flowers?”
Wyatt shrugs. “I saw them and thought of you.”
He bought me flowers, something no one else has ever done besides my dad before he got sick.
I stare down at the flowers in wonder. I used to think that girls in movies and books were ridiculous when they would swoon over someone getting them flowers, but suddenly, I get it. He didn’t buy them because he knew I wanted them or because I expected them. He didn’t buy them because of something big. No, he just got them because he thought of me when he saw them.
