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Should I open it now, or wait?
When I can’t take the suspense any longer, I quickly reach for the envelope and rip it open. I’m rewarded with a friggin’ paper cut.
“Fuck, that hurts!” I shout as I quickly suck on my finger, hoping to take away the pain. Why in the hell does a minuscule cut hurt like hell?
When I notice the paper falls out into my bed in my haste to get the envelope open, I freeze.
Clear as day, I can see the words, “Congratulations, you’ve been accepted…”
That’s all I need to read before I squeal and jump up and down with joy.
Holy shit! I did it! I got into my number one choice school!
Relief washes through me as my pride soars. I’ve worked my ass off for this. Everything is finally paying off. Years of sacrifice and dedication all lead to this moment!
“I fucking got into Johns Hopkins!” I shout to my room as I pump my fist in the air.
I rush to the living room to get my phone. There’s only one person I want to share this news with. I pick up my phone and realize it’s still off from last night. But just as I reach for the button, another thought hits me like a ton of bricks.
Wait…
If I got it, does this mean Drew won’t?
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. He’s wanted this for so long. It’s one of the best oncology programs in the nation. Remembering Drew’s promise to Summer, I quickly stow my phone in my bag once again.
His focus needs to be on his game tomorrow. Not whether he got into med school. No… There’s no way I can tell him my news, until this tournament is completely over. If they win tomorrow, they’re in the championship round. His focus needs to be on winning this game. Not on me or what school I’ve gotten into.
I just hope he doesn’t hate or resent me when he finds out I didn’t tell him right away.
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As I stareat my phone for the millionth time, I will it to have a text or call from Abby. Hell, I’d settle for a message tapped out in Morse Code at this point. Anything to let me know she’s okay. I’ve lost track of the amount of text messages I’ve sent to her throughout the day. When I’ve tried calling, it goes straight to voice mail.
It’s been nearly twenty-four hours since she sent her last text. Just a simple “Sweet dreams. Night” is all I’ve heard from her. Sure, she never responds when she’s in class or at work, but this complete radio silence is killing me.
I’ve even checked her social media accounts, and I can’t see any activity there either. It’s like she’s dropped off the face of the planet. What the hell is going on?
Since we traveled most of yesterday, we have a light practice today, and we play tomorrow night. To distract myself, I go through a light routine at the gym. I try my best not to focus on anything other than the fact that Abby has completely gone off the grid and is AWOL.
As I get ready for bed that night, I’m convinced something must’ve happened to Abby. We’ve never gone this long without talking. Knowing we’re three hours ahead of the West Coast, I finally give in. Scrolling through my contacts, I pull up Sydney’s information. Desperation doesn’t look good on me but without a second’s hesitation, I hit the call button instead of texting. I don’t have time to wait for her to get back to me. I need answers… now.
“Hello?” Sydney answers the phone apprehensively.
“Hey, Syd, it’s Drew. Sorry to bother you, but I haven’t been able to reach Abby all day. Is everything okay?”
“Oh.” Silence fills the air and instantly I’m on hyper alert. Does she know something and not want to tell me?
I hear some rustling in the background. It feels like forever before she finally says something. “Let me check. I haven’t seen her since I got home, but her purse is on the counter, so I’m sure she’s around.”
I hear a light knock on what I assume is Abby’s door.
Sydney quietly says Abby’s name.
There’s a pause.
