![]() ![]() ![]() From the moment I returned to campus six weeks ago, I’ve hit the ground running. “You need to go out.” Cam keeps his eye on the road, his lips curving into a barely-there smile. “You need to use that pressure to your advantage.” “The pressure is getting to me,” I mutter as I slump in the seat. Where did our happy, go-lucky Knox go? I miss him.” Cam throws the gear into reverse and glances over his shoulder before backing out of the parking space, the engine rumbling. “With that kind of attitude, hell yeah, you will.” “You’re worried about that English class, huh?” Cam fires up the engine, giving it gas, making it roar. “But I need every spare minute I can get to do homework.” “I’m sure it will,” I agree as we both climb into his Dodge Challenger. He’s quiet for a moment, absorbing what I said. “You look ready to chew through steel.”Ī ragged exhale leaves me. While we do live near campus, said campus is fucking huge, which means we drive over to the field every afternoon for practice. “Something’s bothering you,” Cam says as we head for the parking lot. Physical therapy on top of that is going to really eat into my study time, something I can’t afford to lose. ![]() Or the fact that I have to take that damn English class this semester. I don’t like the twinge I’m currently feeling in my knee. To hide away for a few hours and nurse my wounds. ![]()
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