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I realized something else.
    I pulled out my cell phone and sent a text.
    Want to come see a movie with me?
    I just hoped that she wasn’t busy with schoolwork or something.
    Finally, about a minute later, she responded. Tonight?
    I typed back. No. Today. Come now.
    Fine. I guess I’m just your beck and call girl. ;) Grinning at Lindsay’s last response, I texted the address to her and told her I’d be waiting out front.
    I went and purchased two tickets to some Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Gossling movie that was starting in the next five minutes. We’d probably miss the beginning, but everything else was starting an hour from now, or had already been running for too long.
    After getting the tickets, I sat on a bench and watched the pedestrians and cars going by me, trying my best not to dwell on the fact that everything I’d been working toward for the last few years of my life had so quickly come crumbling down around me.
    What had I done to cause Coach Jansen to change his mind about giving me a shot to fight in the UFF? Nothing. He’d even admitted that the little skirmish with Uriah hadn’t been the cause of his hesitation. He’d just pulled the rug out from underneath me for no good reason.
    It wasn’t fair. This was my life he was playing with. After all, who knew if I’d ever get another chance to sign a deal?
    A little while later, I saw Lindsay walking toward me. Instantly, I felt a million times better. She was wearing a pair of shorts that rode low on her hips and one of those little Pink t-shirts that seemed to push her tits out as if she was daring me to stare. And I did stare a little bit, because I was thinking about dragging her inside the first cab and heading back to my apartment so I could do the dirtiest things imaginable to her.
    “Hey,” she said. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”
    I forced my eyes away from her chest. And then my eyes went to those hips again…and why was it that I was almost certain her hips could work overtime if we got in the right (or wrong) situation together?
    She’s off-limits. OFF-LIMITS.
    “I’m just having a really weird day,” I said, trying to snap myself back to reality and away from my twisted thoughts.
    “What’s so weird about your day?” she asked me.
    “We don’t have time for long explanations,” I said, taking her hand. “Let’s get in the theater, the movie’s already started.”
    We gave our tickets to the attendant and then I was walking quickly toward theatre nine, still holding Lindsay’s hand. She was laughing as I pulled her along.
    “You’re going too fast, Justin!”
    “Come on, they’re going to lock us out!” I said, pretending to panic.
    “No they’re not. Besides, I want to get soda and something to eat.”
    I stopped. “Are you serious? We’re late.”
    “I don’t care. Movies aren’t fun without snacks.” She made a sad face.
    “Stop being so damn cute,” I told her, and then walked to the concessions stand with her.
    The teenage girl at the counter looked expectantly at us. “Can I help you?”
    I looked at Lindsay. “You’re the snack connoisseur,” I said. “Tell her what you want. It’s on me.”
    “You don’t have to pay,” Lindsay said. “I brought money.”
    “But I want to.”
    “Are you trying to buy my affections?”
    “Not at all. I’m trying to speed this up so we can get into the movie before we miss the whole thing. So tell the nice young lady what you want.”
    “Hmmmm….” She was wearing flip-flops and she dropped one off her foot and then crossed her top foot over the bottom one as she thought about what she wanted. “A small Diet Coke and a medium popcorn.”
    The girl went and got the order ready and I paid for it.
    I took the popcorn bag and Lindsay carried her soda. We went into our theatre and I led her over to a nice cozy row of seats in the far back corner. The two of us sat down next to each other.
    It was hard to focus on the movie, because Lindsay was right