Page 7 of Breaking Free
“Yeah, me and Jay heard about him at a party last weekend. You know anything about him?”
Dex shakes his head. “Not much. I just know he’s a running back.”
“So I hear,” I groan.
Dex laughs and slaps my shoulder. “Don’t worry, man. You’re still my favorite RB.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Gotta go,” Vi says, glancing at her watch.
“Me too,” Dex says, leaning down to give her a kiss. “I’ll text you later.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you.”
They split up to go in different directions and I look at Zo. “Is it still weird for you?”
He shrugs. “They’re happy. That’s all I care about.”
We head to the building that holds our first classes of the day, and I think back to when Renzo found out about Vi and Dex. It was quite the scene at a party when he found them locked in a bathroom together. Though it was ugly for a little while, Zo and Dex were able to patch things up. Which is good, considering they’ve been best friends since they were in elementary school.
Inside, we split up to go to our individual classes, and I don’t see any of my friends until lunch.
“Did anyone have Professor Gibbs. God, what a dick,” Ronan complains before taking a bite of his club sandwich.
“Nah, but I have Professor Hansley for social science and he has the most monotone voice. I swear I’m gonna fall asleep in that class a few times,” I reply.
Jayden pops a chip in his mouth and chews. “I got a glimpse at this hot as fuck professor today. I don’t have him, but fuck if I want to.”
Renzo snorts. “Is it Knight?”
“How did you know?” Jayden exclaims.
Ronan grins and eyes Renzo. “Yes, how did you know?”
“Oh please,” Zo scoffs. “If you saw him you’d know. He’s definitely attractive.”
“Mmhmm,” Ronan murmurs, a small grin on his lips.
“You’re still my number one,” Zo tells him, draping an arm over his shoulders and planting a kiss on his temple.
“Where’s Vi and Dex?” Jay asks.
“Probably off scr—” I cut myself off when I see Renzo narrow his eyes at me. “Studying. Probably studying.”
Jay and Ronan laugh.
“Anyway, gotta run,” I say, gathering my trash. “See ya in practice,” I tell Jayden.
“Yessir.”
* * *
My next twoclasses seem to drag, but that’s probably because I’m too focused on getting to practice to see what this new guy is about. We had practice in the summer, but since he’s new, we haven’t seen him. I’m internally hoping he’s some half-ass running back who doesn’t have a lot of speed or can’t hold onto the ball, and therefore I won’t have anything to worry about.
In the locker room, voices bounce off the walls as a group of guys laugh boisterously at something someone said, and as another group talks loudly about some party they went to. I’m stripping out of my clothes and getting ready to don my practice gear when the doors slam closed and heavy footsteps approach.