No Turning Back (Full Circle)

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doubt that she loves this team, has expectations, but knows when it’s time to have a little fun.  Now to figure out how to get my stuff.  Yes, I could buy new swim gear, but that’s not how this chick works.  I’ve used the same pair of goggles forever, and I don’t plan to get any new ones.  I guess I’m a little superstitious.
     
    After ice cream, Tori, Georgia, and I take our time walking across campus.  In fact, we don’t make it to our rooms.  There are a ton of people out on the stoop between Kluft and Dyer.  It is a gorgeous day, there’s music blaring from a guy’s room in the bottom of Kluft, and there are Solo cups everywhere.  We decide to enjoy the free entertainment, and all about lose a kidney from laughing when some idiot starts the Harlem Shake.  We all join in, and then we notice campus police in the distance.
     
    “5-1-5-0, someone called the Po-Po!” Tori sings as we hurry up the stairs. 
     
    “That was so much fun!  And just so y’all know, I’m joining the team!”  I say grinning ear to ear.  I haven’t been this happy in what feels like forever.  About that time, my phone buzzes. Cash.
     
    Cash: I hope u had a great 1st day! How was it?
     
    Me: Thanks $!  Went great! 
     
    I should tell him I joined the team, but how? He is probably gonna be ready to kick my ass.
     
    Cash: Blue misses you, he was laying at the club yesterday
     
    Me: :(
     
    Cash: Anything new?
     
    Me: Nope $
     
    Cash: U sure?
     
    An odd feeling comes over me that he knows something.  Before I can even finish that thought, my phone rings “Crash My Party” by Luke Bryan.  I know I should have changed that by now, but I just can’t bring myself to do it.  That was our song.  I take a deep breath and try to be as perky as possible ‘cause this isn’t going to be pretty.  I think my shirt said it all today, “look pretty, play dirty,” which is exactly what I’m gonna have to do.
     
    “Hey, Cash Money, what’s up?”
     
    “Char, what’s going on?  ‘Cause first off, you only call me Cash Money when you’re up to something.”
     
    Well, damn.  This is going to be harder than planned.
     
    “Nothing really, first day of classes. My Bio teacher has a freakin’ photographic memory, we have some pass/fail project for Freshman Seminar, and I’m joining the swim team.” Maybe he didn’t catch that last part.
     
    “What did you just say?  Please , tell me I didn’t hear you right?!”
     
    “My teacher has a photographic memory?!” I say as innocent as possible.
     
    “No, what was the last thing you said?”  I could hear both the anger and worry in his voice.
     
    “Cash, I love that sport, and the Coach and team really want me.”
     
    “I understand that Char, but I don’t want you to get hurt.  I don’t want you taking a chance of that asshole entering your life at any given moment.”  I can tell he is on the verge of tears.
     
    “I know.  I’m scared about that too, but I can’t live in fear forever.  I texted Tessa about it this morning, but didn’t tell her I was for sure.”
     
    “That’s why she hauled ass from feeding the pigs this afternoon.  I knew she looked guilty about somethin’.” 
     
    “Are you mad at me?”
     
    “No, Charley, I could never stay mad at you. If this is what you want to do, I’ll support you, but I’m telling you right now, if you feel unsafe, get your ass outta there!”
     
    “Alright, Cash.  I promise.  I do need a favor though.  I need my swim bag.”
     
    “When do you need it by?  I’m not happy or for this in any way, but you mean more to me than anything else in this world.  If you need my support, I will try my best.  I have to meet a guy past Charlotte on Thursday about buying our old tractor.  Maybe you could meet me there?”
     
    “I get done with class at 12:30.  Maybe say 2ish?  I’ll get Tessa to get it to you.  Where you wanna meet?”
     
    “Let’s meet at Hooters near the

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