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After agreeing to be the focus of a college article,
senior Charlie Murtaugh gets more than he bargains for when he's assigned a clueless sophomore who knows nothing about the sport.
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The game starts in a few hours. No matter how many times I roll my shoulder, I can't seem to rid of the heavy feeling of guilt as I work through my statistics textbook. End of term exams are still a good five or six weeks away but I'm very worried about statistics. I have never failed any of my classes apart from it which is the reason why it's the only one class I'm studying for weeks before dead week. However, as I stare at the textbook all I can think about are the tickets sitting in my drawer. My hands itched to pick up my phone and inform Charlie that I changed my mind and would love to watch him play but the longer I waited, the harder it was for me to do it.
The girls who were excited to watch the game wanted to sit home with me and watch it on the TV but I disagreed. There are only two home games and the next one isn't until the end of the month and they were unable to get tickets for that because it's the finals. It sold out a lot quicker than other days. I know how much they love these things. I refuse to be the reason why they don't get to enjoy it.
My phone buzzes loudly and I snatch it from where it's sitting idly next to me. I've been waiting for a sign-a reason, something that'd leave me no choice but to go to the stupid game. My heart sinks when I realise it's not Charlie or my friends but rather an unknown number. I drop it with a sigh and let it ring out. However, not a second later, my phone screen lights up with a message notification from the same number.
Text Message
Hi Lorraine, it's Isaac from the daily Bruins. I and a few other interns are going to watch the game together tonight @Sally's and I thought it'd be a great idea to invite you. Angie pulled your number from your file and gave it to me. Hope that's cool? Let me know if you'd be able to make it.
I read the message again a few times not knowing exactly what to feel about it. Despite the queasy feeling in my stomach, I feel excitement wash over me at the prospect of making new friends. Maybe it's the fact that I'm already dying to get out of the house. My fingers start gliding across the screen excitedly.
Hey, Isaac. Sure. That sounds great. And I don't mind at all.
I hit send and wait for a reply. A few seconds later the grey bubble pops up.
Great. Would you like me to pick you up or do you want the address?
Freeride? Hells yeah I stay at the Macgowan complex, close to the new Law building.
That's cool. See you soon.
See ya.
I grin as I save his number to my contact list before plugging my phone to charge. I close my books and head straight for the shower. Under the shower, I can't help but imagine how my evening would go. Amongst our friendship group, I have struggled with making other friends. I speak to some people in my classes but only when I have no choice but to do so. I'm aware a few people think I'm rude in my history of journalism class and I wish I could explain to them that I'm not. If only they got to know me.
