Page 36 of The Pass Protection
Brynn: Let me think about it.
Macy: Are you two seriously talking like both of you aren’t home?
Chloe: She’s in her room, and I’m baking.
Brynn: ^^^ Facts
After catching up on the many more messages that were left waiting for me to open, I quickly type out a reply. I’ve heard of The Eagles Nest, but I’m not quite sure about its details. An onslaught of messages quickly follows my text.
Me: What’s The Eagles Nest and why tonight?
Brynn: OMG hi, new bestie! I thought we were going to have to send outan SOS.
Macy: Hey, girl!
Macy: A silver alert?
Brynn: No, you can send out an SOS for someone who is missing.
Macy: Really?
Brynn: Chlo, back me up.
Chloe: You’re both right.
Me: Hello, back to me, please.
Chloe: Sorry…The Eagles Nest is the campus bar. They always have Thirsty Thursday specials typically on beers and seltzers, and there’s almost always a live band that plays.
Chloe: I heard Ecstasy is playing!
Brynn: They’re my favorite!
Chloe: Which is why you should go!
“S’up, baller.” Kyrie’s voice startles me as I lock my phone and toss it in my cup holder. I’ll no doubt have a million messages waiting for me. As much as I love to be included in the group chat, it’s a lot. Like a lot,a lot. And to make matters worse, Brynn types each thought out and sends it in a separate message.
He gives a nod as he hoists his gym bag over his shoulder. “Make any grown men cry today with your jump shot?”
“Nah, not today.”
He runs his hand down his tight black beard. “Good, good. Saving it for next week when we have our first game.”
“Oh, for sure. I’m itching to play again.”
And that isn’t a lie. It’s been since high school since I played a legit basketball game. As much as I love the game of basketball, playing in college was never an option for me. I knew it’d feel more like a job than being fun, and I really didn’t want to risk the chance of losing the love for the game. This is why I still train like I would if I were playing and use it as my favorite form of exercise and therapy.
Kyrie rests his arms on the window frame as a smirk spreads. “Yeah, I totally get that. There’s just something about running the paint and making people your bitch as you pound the lane.”
“Spoken like a true lover of the game.”
“Damn right. What are you up to the rest of the night?”
Tapping my phone screen, I watch as text after text rolls in as I glance at the time. “I think I’m going to The Eagles Nest?”
“Don’t sound so sure, Campbell.”
Tipping my head to rest on my headrest, I chuckle. “Well, the group chat says that’s what we are doing, but I’ve never been.”
