Football Days 2
In weeks following my first encounter with Nicole, football practice had finally started. I was used to getting up early and working hard because of my job, so the practices from 8 am to noon were nothing to me. Some of my friends were tired, but not me. I was very impressive to the coaches, including our head coach, who was one of the biggest assholes in our little town of 2200. I hadn’t seen Nicole since I left her house that night, but we had talked nearly every day on the phone. I finally ran into her at school after football practice while she and the other cheerleaders were finishing their own practice in the gym. I was walking through the gym with my t-shirt slung over my shoulder talking to some of my …