handed it back to him. He took the coat and shrugged it back over his arms. I tried not to stare as his thermal lifted ever so slightly to reveal his defined abdominal muscles that definitely came from spending a few hours in the gym every day and not sitting in the kitchen, eating mozzarella.
“Uh…yeah…I’ll see you around…” I turned and started to creak open the back door.
“Wait!” I looked over my shoulder to see that he had his phone out.
“Do you mind if I get your number or something?” he stuttered, not looking up from his phone as he started tapping away at the keys. “It’d be kind of nice to talk to someone that wasn’t one of my teammates or coaches and since we'll both be around, I just figured we could exchange numbers or whatever."
My mouth gaped open. Was he serious? But what about Christy? Would he forget about me as soon as he spent a night in the hot tub with her? Well, I figured that if he was going to stand out in the cold with me, I guess he must be semi-interested. Or he would realize that I was just a lame ass community college student with strict parents.
“Yeah. I can do that."
Chapter 2
“So has he called you yet?”
Winter break was over and so was the idea that I had any chance with a certain Olympic swimmer.
Second semester of my sophomore year of community college in Dallas was just starting. Only a few more months and I'd have my associate’s degree. My parents wanted me to attend UT Dallas in the fall and stay at home, but I had other plans. My eyes were on the west coast.
But right now, I had to get through English class.
My best friend, Sofie, would not leave me alone since she found out about Jay asking for my number. That had been a week ago, though, and he still had yet to call, text, or really do anything.
I drew circles on my paper, not looking up. “No…just like yesterday and the day before…”
“Ugh…” You could hear the air blow out of her braces as she spoke. “I’m tired of seeing Christy's post on Facebook about her night with the swimmers. You getting a phone call from him would be just the thing to tell her to stuff it in her flute and blow it.”
I pushed my glasses up off the bridge of my nose as I looked up at Sofie. “That didn’t make any sense.”
She twirled a frizzy brown curl around her finger. “Well…”
She put her hand down and pouted out her bottom lip. “It’s just not fair. I mean just because she’s rich and pretty and kind of skeezy doesn’t mean that she should get everything she wants.”
I sighed, Sofie didn’t need to remind me. The entire Internet, and all of our former classmates at Friendship High School had heard about her escapades in the hot tub with Scotty, but I was happy that Jay’s name was left out. It helped out a lot since it was the only silver lining I had to him not calling.
"Why are you even friends with her on Facebook? You hate Christy."
Sofie shrugged. "Because I like keeping tabs on her, okay? Geez, you're friends with her too."
I rolled my eyes before writing down the assignment for that night and packing up my stuff.
I shuffled down the hall, listening to Sofie talk. I didn't want to be reminded of the fact that a guy hadn't called me...again. Story of my pathetic life.
When I finished high school and went to community college, I thought my social life would improve. I didn't have the stigma of being the weird girl with the strict family, like I did in my small town.
But every time I'd get close to a guy in class, I thought about bringing him home to meet my parents. The embarrassing questions my brothers would ask. My nonna saying rude things about him in Italian under her breath.
And that would be if they would even consider letting a guy come over.
January was a little bit colder in Texas and the ground was crunchy underneath our feet as we crossed the small quad to the parking lot.
"Are you headed to work?" she asked.
I shook my head. "I have to go home and