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Colt 1
COLT POV
I lock the bathroom door, and I dig out my phone. My leg has been vibrating all dinner; I am so glad I remembered to place it on silent. Dad and mom would have skinned me alive if my phone interrupted our Thanksgiving.
31 New Messages.
8 missed callsI begin to rub my forehead in frustration. I sit down on the toilet and lean my head back. What am I going to do? I have dreams, ambition. If I focus on this mess, I can kiss those dreams goodbye. I never wanted this. I never wanted her. I never wanted anyone.
I reopen my home screen. I delete all the unread messages, and I block the name that is burned into my brain, time to get back to my family.
TWO YEARS LATER
"Great job, man," Hugh says as he slaps me on the shoulder before exiting the locker room.
I give him a smile and head nod in return before he disappears completely. I am trying to keep my excitement as contained as possible. But I know I am
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