Page 25 of Capture the Moment
“Exactly. You can’t judge someone when you’re the exact same way. Besides, I didn’t havesexwith him… I just—I’m not telling you that shit.” I grimace at the thought, Ryan’s always the one to give details about any and everything but I for one refuse. It’s gross especially when you share the same hall with the guy.
“Good. Now, I have to go. But stay until the end of practice, some of the guys and I are heading to 88UP tonight for some ‘first week’ drinks,” he says, giving me a lopsided grin before jogging onto the turf where the rest of the football team gathered around before practice officially began.
Unlike me, Ryan followed in Dad’s footsteps and went to Summerfield immediately after high school. But like me, he went the complete opposite route in terms of sports. Growing up, Ryan and I both had a lot of time on the icebut where I excelled in figure skating and some women’s hockey. Ryan was like a duckling who lost its mom when it came to anything ice related. Hence him going after the good ole’ pig skin.
Originally, Dad was upset when he realized none of his kids would carry on his NHL legacy. He had a daughter who’d rather comment on hockey than be on the ice and a son who could just barely keep steady on skates. But when Dad realized that Ryan could be the next Tom Brady, there was zero hesitation in him supporting Ryan and all his football endeavors.
Dad is sweet like that; he supports hard and loves us harder. Which is also why I’m scared as fuck at the thought of him finding out why I’m really at SFU.
My body tenses just mentioning it in myhead. I’m about to take a seat on the bench when my phone goes off like it’s the end of the world. I reach into my purse and chuckle; it looks like Sienna and Georgia are up.
Bows and Ho's
Georgia Peach
I would just like to point out to you sluts that leaving me in the house alone with zero food is a CRIME
Si Si
At the studio, don’t curse.
I’m pretty sure the kids are reading my texts.
Georgia Peach
Cleo why are you not in your room planning out your life????
Don’t make me get Mr.Snuffies to come find you.
You know he likes you.
ANNNDDDDD why the fuck is there only a Coke Zero and a SINGLE piece of chicken in the fridge?
Do y’all expect me to starve????????
Me
At Ry’s practice.
Keep your demonic doll baby away from my shit, G.
Georgia Peach
YOU WENT TO MY MAN’S PRACTICE WITHOUT ME?!?!??
*gif of man freaking out*
I’ll be there in 5 minutes TOPS.
With a small breathy laugh, I shake my head, then tuck my phone back into my purse, trading it for my camera to snap some pictures of the team. The boys this season look way better than last year and if they play their cards right, they’re going to win this year’s championship.
I’m in the zone taking pictures and small videos of the guys as some of them stop to pose for me, so much so that I don’t notice the sneaky blonde preparing to attack me.
“How dare you go see my man without me? What happened to girl code?!” Georgia exclaims from behind me before plopping down to my left on the bench.
Her “man” is my brother. Georgia has had an odd crush on Ry since before any of us could remember. I believe it started when they both sprained their wrists together on the ice—I have no clue how I’m friends with the most uncoordinated people in the world, but I digress—which led to the two ofthem spending a month sitting on the couch watching cartoons while Jace and I played around.
But I don’t think that Georgiaactuallyhas a crush on my brother. I think she has a crush on the idea of Ryan Jones; the nerdy kid she spent a month with, instead of Ryan Jones, the star quarterback of a major D1 football team.
