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Authors: Kelly Clark
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to file out, laughing, shoving each other, calling out to the girls in the hallway. Rico was among the first group of young men, and he was closely followed up by Dallas Reynolds, quarterback extraordinaire. The first thing Rico did was grab Bree, pick her up and swing her in a circle.
“Hello, cuz!” He said in a loud, excited voice. “It’s so good to see you!”
“Rico! What a great job you did! Wow! So proud of you! Awesome!”
He released her and pretended to go for Rachel in the same way, but she took a step back, smiling at him, shaking her head. He held out his arms wide and tilted his head to one side. “Aww come on now, Rache! One hug? I won’t pick you up, I promise!”
Rachel couldn’t help laughing and went in for her hug. Rico was a big boy, playing defensive tackle. He was covered in large muscles, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, she felt safe when he hugged her. If she was ever in trouble, she wanted Rico by her side.
Dallas bent low at the waist in a dramatic bow. “Greetings, ladies. Did you enjoy the game?”
“It was fantastic, Dallas! You really know how to throw a ball.” Bree threw herself at the boy, and he hugged her.
“Thanks.” He smiled at Rachel. “Rachel.” He said simply .
“Dallas.”
Rachel and Dallas were in the same anatomy and physiology class. He never answered any questions, and she never saw him with a book. She was not impressed. He was good-looking, tall and looked strong . From the way he played football, he was obviously talented. But she didn’t believe he took medicine seriously and the thought of him being in medicine and actually working on living people gave her misgivings. She doubted he would pass the class. She didn’t know his grades, but she didn’t need to see that he was more interested in the pigskin than he was human skin.
“Did you enjoy the game?” He asked.
“I did, thank you.”
“Okay, enough of the formal small talk!” Bree said, leaning forward, one arm around Rico’s waist. He had his long arm around her shoulders, his wide smile contagious.
“Let’s go get some chicken wings and Coke!”
Foster’s Grille was packed with students who had been at the game. As soon as they entered, half a dozen people screamed for Rico and Dallas. They cheered, and both young men were swallowed up by the crowd, slapping them on the back and shaking their hands.
“Come on!” Bree grabbed her arm and steered her to the only table left, a booth that looked like it needed to be wiped down with a washcloth. Rachel grimaced but tried not to show her displeasure. They slid into the bench seats, across from each other and Bree got the attention of a smiling server nearby. She cupped her hands around her mouth and called out, “We need this table wiped down when you can, please! My friend doesn’t like germs and messes!”
The server knew both Bree and Rachel well and nodded, her smile never leaving her face. Bree looked at Rachel and leaned over the table. “I don’t see how you are going to be a doctor if you can’t stand messes, Rache! That’s all you’re gonna see! What about all the blood and guts!”
Rachel leaned forward and called back to make herself heard. “Totally different, Bree, trust me!”
Bree shook her head. “If you say so, sweetie!”
Two more friends came over and began a high volume conversation with Bree. Rachel looked around. She spotted Rico and Dallas at the ordering counter and wondered if they knew what she wanted. She hoped they didn’t get the hottest wings they could. She loved chicken wings but couldn’t take more than the mild and had to have some ranch just to eat those. Her stomach was sensitive.
They were talking to each other, their smiles as wide as ever. She moved her eyes around her, taking in the college scene and thinking she better enjoy it because it probably wasn’t going to last. It wouldn’t always be that way, and she knew it. She wouldn’t always be surrounded by
“Hello, cuz!” He said in a loud, excited voice. “It’s so good to see you!”
“Rico! What a great job you did! Wow! So proud of you! Awesome!”
He released her and pretended to go for Rachel in the same way, but she took a step back, smiling at him, shaking her head. He held out his arms wide and tilted his head to one side. “Aww come on now, Rache! One hug? I won’t pick you up, I promise!”
Rachel couldn’t help laughing and went in for her hug. Rico was a big boy, playing defensive tackle. He was covered in large muscles, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, she felt safe when he hugged her. If she was ever in trouble, she wanted Rico by her side.
Dallas bent low at the waist in a dramatic bow. “Greetings, ladies. Did you enjoy the game?”
“It was fantastic, Dallas! You really know how to throw a ball.” Bree threw herself at the boy, and he hugged her.
“Thanks.” He smiled at Rachel. “Rachel.” He said simply .
“Dallas.”
Rachel and Dallas were in the same anatomy and physiology class. He never answered any questions, and she never saw him with a book. She was not impressed. He was good-looking, tall and looked strong . From the way he played football, he was obviously talented. But she didn’t believe he took medicine seriously and the thought of him being in medicine and actually working on living people gave her misgivings. She doubted he would pass the class. She didn’t know his grades, but she didn’t need to see that he was more interested in the pigskin than he was human skin.
“Did you enjoy the game?” He asked.
“I did, thank you.”
“Okay, enough of the formal small talk!” Bree said, leaning forward, one arm around Rico’s waist. He had his long arm around her shoulders, his wide smile contagious.
“Let’s go get some chicken wings and Coke!”
Foster’s Grille was packed with students who had been at the game. As soon as they entered, half a dozen people screamed for Rico and Dallas. They cheered, and both young men were swallowed up by the crowd, slapping them on the back and shaking their hands.
“Come on!” Bree grabbed her arm and steered her to the only table left, a booth that looked like it needed to be wiped down with a washcloth. Rachel grimaced but tried not to show her displeasure. They slid into the bench seats, across from each other and Bree got the attention of a smiling server nearby. She cupped her hands around her mouth and called out, “We need this table wiped down when you can, please! My friend doesn’t like germs and messes!”
The server knew both Bree and Rachel well and nodded, her smile never leaving her face. Bree looked at Rachel and leaned over the table. “I don’t see how you are going to be a doctor if you can’t stand messes, Rache! That’s all you’re gonna see! What about all the blood and guts!”
Rachel leaned forward and called back to make herself heard. “Totally different, Bree, trust me!”
Bree shook her head. “If you say so, sweetie!”
Two more friends came over and began a high volume conversation with Bree. Rachel looked around. She spotted Rico and Dallas at the ordering counter and wondered if they knew what she wanted. She hoped they didn’t get the hottest wings they could. She loved chicken wings but couldn’t take more than the mild and had to have some ranch just to eat those. Her stomach was sensitive.
They were talking to each other, their smiles as wide as ever. She moved her eyes around her, taking in the college scene and thinking she better enjoy it because it probably wasn’t going to last. It wouldn’t always be that way, and she knew it. She wouldn’t always be surrounded by
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