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2022-03-23 09:16:46COLT POV
Driving nonstop after playing a game is rough, but thanks to the radio and pack of winter fresh gum, I finally make it to Janelle's mom's house.
It's almost one in the morning, and I smell like a guy's locker room, but I refuse to take the time to change or shower. I did take off my shoulder pads and jersey in the truck while driving, but I still have my leg pads on.
I park my truck and get out. I don't knock. Instead, I call her phone. I know if it were my sibling, I wouldn't be sleeping.
"Colt," Janelle answers with a question in her voice.
"Come outside," I say softly.
It takes a moment before she responds, but I figure she would be a little shocked.
"Okay. Hold on," Janella replies in a whisper.
The phone cuts off, and my nerves skyrocket. I slide my phone in my back pocket and wait. I don't know how she is going to react to me just showing up, but I need to check on her. I need
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