Page 31 of Savage for You
Killer: Yep.
Me: She’s just a friend baby.
Killer: Does she know that?
Me: Yes killer, only you.
Killer: You sure?
Me: Pinky Promise.
I park my car in a visitor's spot at Addison’s apartment. After practice and a shower, I changed into black joggers and a football t-shirt with some white Vans. I haven’t been to her apartment before because she just moved in. She had been living in the dorms the past few years.
At the door, I knock and as soon as she opens, she ushers me inside.
“I ordered pizza, I figured you’d be hungry after practice.”
“Awesome, thank you. So, where is the shelf you want me to help put together?” I turn to look at her and see she's wearing tight black shorts and an off the shoulder white shirt. She doesn’t have the curves I crave or the freckles that dust her nose like Montana does. She is pretty in her own way, but I don’t feel anything romantic towards her.
“Oh, it's in the living room. Let me show you.”
We walk over to it, and she turns on Netflix. “What do you want to watch?” she asks.
“Umm, it doesn’t matter. I’m going to start on this.”
“So, how have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I’ve been great. Thanks for asking, Addy. How are you?
“Good. I can’t wait till graduation. Are you excited to see where you go in the NFL?” She asks as she brings over a bottle of water for me.
“Umm, not really. One step at a time. Practices have been going well, so I think we have a chance to win. I just don't want to let the team down.”
She nods in understanding and says, “Well, I can’t wait to cheer for you again this year. You won't let them down. Game days are always so fun.”
“Yeah.”
We fall into a comfortable silence, and I feel my phone buzz in my pocket, so I pull it out and see my girls name on my phone.
Killer: Watching scary shit isn’t as fun when you’re not here yelling at the screen.
Me: Because they don’t make smart choices.
Killer: The documentary was good, next time you will have to watch one with me.
Me: Let's watch one on Ted Bundy.
Killer: So down, baby.
Me: Can’t wait.
I send the text, smile at my phone and put it away.
“Who’s that?” Addison asks, and I notice she's sitting closer to me now.
“Montana,” I reply with a smile.
“So, what’s going on with you two?”