Emily awoke, still exhausted.
She glanced into the mirror and yawned massively. Her brown hair was tussled, sticking out in several directions. Her shirt had rearranged itself so her shoulder and most of her chest were exposed. There was a small, crusty line that trailed its way down the side of her mouth and onto her cheek. She quickly rubbed it off. She had barely gotten any sleep the previous night. Emily found herself dreaming about Tristan practically all night long.
She envisioned his muscular and toned chest, his abs and round biceps. His beautifully chiseled jawline, wavy brown hair, and bright blue eyes that never seemed to cease to sparkle. More intimately, she recalled his long fingers stretching deep inside of her... a buzz from her phone snapped her out of her thoughts.
Tristan: Do you want me to come pick you up?
If you can, Emily texted back, her fingers flying across the screen. I want to pick Angela up too.
Tristan: Angela?
Emily rolled her eyes. My friend. You'll remember her when you see her.
Tristan: All right. I'll be over in an hour.
Emily glanced at the wall clock. It was 6. She smiled. Angela wouldn't like waking up at 7. She groaned slightly as she stood and stretched. She picked out a set of clothes, showered, and cleaned up. Just ten minutes after she had finished getting ready, the doorbell rang.
Tristan was in a pair of black and white sweatpants, with a sleeveless shirt. He must have cut the sleeves off himself, because the edges were ragged and torn. Emily smiled. "Hi."
"Long time no see," Tristan replied, leaning against the wall.
Emily giggled and got on her toes to kiss him.
"You ready to go?" he asked.
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Angela's house was ten minutes away.
Tristan nodded as he pulled into the driveway. Emily's eyes widened in surprise. Angela was on her front lawn, practically bouncing from one foot to the other.
"She must really want to see you," Emily said dryly.
Tristan snorted. "I remember her," he said as he parked the car. Emily laughed. Tristan pressed a button and the back doors unlocked. Angela was grinning from ear to ear when she sat down.
"I knew you two were dating!" she exclaimed.
Emily rolled her eyes. "What school did you say you were playing again?"
Tristan frowned. "Edison High School, or something like that."
There was a long, awkward pause, which Angela broke with a clear of her throat. "Doesn't Jared play for Edison?"
Emily nodded slowly. "Yeah." She whispered.
"You don't need to come, if you don't want. I can drop you back off at your house."
"No," Emily said firmly. She was determined to forget about him. When Tristan and Angela looked at her curiously, she added, "Besides, we'll be on the bleachers, he'll be on the field. He probably won't even recognize me."
Tristan looked doubtful. But he nodded anyways and stuck his key into the ignition. "Ready?"
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The three of them were a bit early, Tristan realized as he parked his car in the field's parking lot.
He glanced across the 100-yard field. A few of his teammates were jogging along the track, warming up, and there was no sign of the Edison players. He waved to his coach, who had just parked beside them. He glanced back at Angela.
"I think it'll be fine. He's not here yet."
The timing couldn't have been more perfect. As soon as they pushed through the main gate, a large bus pulled into the lot. Across the side, in gold and white lettering, read, "Edison High". Tristan glanced back at the bus and then at Emily. "You sure you'll be okay?"
Emily nodded. "I'll be fine." She looked over at the gate. More of Tristan's teammates had arrived. "Good luck."
Tristan smiled. He leaned over and kissed Emily's cheek. Then he sprinted over to huddle with his team.
