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“Yo Callaway. What’s good?” I look up from the ice chest filled with cheap beer to Jones approaching me with that goofy smirk. I straighten to meet him with a slap on the back. “We gonna kill it next week at tha game. They ain’t got a shot against us son.”
Jones plays on the team but he’s also loyal to me. He handles business when I call, no questions asked. He’s always a team player—even when the work gets dirty.
“Yeah man. They don’t have a chance. We got this,” I say as I glance over to put eyes on Fallon. I’m always looking for her. Even when I’m not thinking about it, my body just naturally gravitates towards her. It’s like my body understands my need for her more than my brain does sometimes. Except, right now it’s not getting what it needs, Fallon isn’t where I left her. My body tenses, the discomfort that arrives when she isn’t within my sight settling in quickly. I’m not trying to be that boyfriend, but when someone is with me they always have a target on their back. And Fallon came with her own target practice. The combination of the two hasn’t mixed well at all. Therefore, I tend to be a little more protective of her than she likes.
“No doubt, no doubt. Aight man, check it later, enjoy the par-tay.”
“Alright, man. I’ll catch you later,” I say as I slap his hand and back away towards where Fallon is supposed to be. Unease settling over me as I turn around and my eyes search for her.
I look for her at the bench she and Cason were sitting on, then check the area around it. She isn’t here, and it’s unlike her to wander off without saying something to me. Even with her I’m-going-to-do-whatever-I-want attitude. She’s probably run off with Jade; those two are going to be the death of me. When I’m not constantly trying to convince Fallon to stay put, Jade is constantly pushing her to do more and “live life.”
I want Fallon to live her life—but more than that, I want her to be safe. I prepare myself to enter the throng of people crowding the middle of the barn dancing, scanning each head in the crowd for her straight, light brown locks.
๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ’๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ?
๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ: ๐๐ข๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐๐ฌ
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