“You already had a photo shoot?”
She nodded. “Didn’t you wonder why my hair was all done up?”
“I thought you had a dance thing.”
She shook her head, a slight smile on her face. “I had my first photo shoot.”
“So where do I get the pictures?”
She burst into giggles, and I smiled back. As long as she wasn’t modeling for their bras and panties, I really didn’t mind.
“They’re for an ad coming out. It will be in Seventeen Magazine.”
“I wish you would’ve told me about this earlier” I said, stretching out across my bed. “Just because I’m not there with you, that doesn’t give you the right to keep stuff from you.”
“I didn’t want you to judge me.”
“When have I ever judged you?”
She sighed. “Irrational fear, I know. I’m sorry.”
I picked up my phone. “Gtts?”
“Drops.”
“BS?” I chuckled.
“Not bullshit Mason. I’d think you would be pretty good on this one.”
I rolled my eyes. “Har, har, funny.”
She chuckled. “Blood sugar.”
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face on the next medical abbreviation. “FUO?”
She smirked. “What do you think it means? Without looking at the definition!”
“Fuck you… um, outer space?”
“You think that FUO stands for fuck you outer space?”
“Yeah, that sounds good to me.”
She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. “Mason, I love you.”
“Love you too.”
“It means fever of unknown origin you retard.”
I smiled. “I knew that.”
“Mason?” Amy’s voice called behind me.
I turned around. “Hey babe” I said, with a smile. I threw my backpack over my right shoulder. “What’s up?”
“Study session tonight?”
“Be at my dorm at 6. I’ll supply the pizza.”
“I’ll bring people to eat it.”
I chuckled and headed up to my dorm room. I changed for track and stuffed some Biofreeze into my bag.
“I’m going out tonight” Trevor called, as he entered the dorm.
“Strip club?” I asked, as I grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.
He chuckled. “You know me so well.”
“Well I’m having a couple people over tonight. Mind if anyone crashes on the couch?”
“No problem.”
“Thanks.” I grabbed my bag and jogged out to the track fields.
When I reached the fields, all the guys were standing in the center of the track, surrounding Coach Daniels.
“What’s going on?” I asked, dropping my bag. I jogged over to them.
“Drug testing results” DeAndre said, rolling his eyes. “Standard stuff.”
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Here to Win (Walker Boys Sequel)
Teen FictionCompleted. Mason Walker has always been referred to as the "Olympian" in his family. But now, he actually has a chance for that to finally come true. All the hard work he's put into track, and all the obstacles he's overcome, are finally paying off...
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