Page 64 of All Too Well
When I head out into the kitchen, Ainsley is sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and her nose deep in a book. So much that she doesn’t even notice me.
She’s so beautiful sitting in my kitchen. Her dark-brown hair is in a braid that doesn’t really look like a braid, but works. Ainsley pulls her lower lip between her teeth as she turns the page, almost as though she’s living it with the character.
I watch for a moment, wishing that circumstances were different and that this could be my life in some way, but it can’t.
I learned a long time ago that we don’t get what we want in life, and people may have good intentions, but their wants may not align and I’ve gotten hurt.
Pessimistic? Maybe, but it’s honest.
Besides, I have a feeling it’s going to be a good day and I’m not going down the shitty roads with my thoughts.
I clear my throat.
“Oh! Good morning, my little adorable Frisbee player.”
My good mood disappears just like that.
“There’s nothing little about me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Such a man. So what’s the plan?”
“The plan?”
“For today.”
I shrug. “Not sure what part you’re questioning. We get our team opponent in about five minutes. Then we head to the tournament grounds to prepare for the day.”
“Oh, this is, like, an all-day thing?”
“Yes, it’s the best out of three.”
Her brows shoot up. “You all are going to do this multiple times?”
“Yes . . .”
“Is there medical on site? I mean, I’m not a doctor or anything, but you’re all a little ... you know, old.”
I huff, but ... yes, we already made sure. I’m not going to lie, I’m a little worried one of us might pass out trying to impress her.
Not a chance in hell I’m going to let her know that. “And you’re a little annoying, but here we are.”
“Anyway, is Rose at her friend’s house for the day?”
“Yes, she hates coming to the games.”
“Boy, I wonder why,” Ainsley says with a grin.
I grab my massage gun, supplements, phone, and knee brace, further making me wonder whether I am going to need the medical tent.
My phone pings, and I groan when I see Everett’s message in the group.
Everett
Schedule is out, we’re playing the Swift-bees in round one.
Miles
I wonder if they’re going to shake it off when we show them we’re the masterminds.
