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study with you?"
    "Alright," I say.  "If you really want to."
    He grins.  "Sounds great," he says.  "It's a date, then."  He slides out of the booth and stands to leave.  "I'll be right back.  Don't worry, I'm fast.  I'm the Shirtless Jogger afterall."
    I roll my eyes at him and laugh.  He feigns jogging out of the shop, but it's mostly just him being silly and moving his arms back and forth fast while he walks out.
    It's only after he leaves that I realize what he just said.  Um... it's a date?
    Just a study date, right?  I mean, there's nothing wrong with that.  It's not a real date.  It's just a thing people say.  I did tell him I have a boyfriend, so...
    It's just a study date, Ashley, I tell myself.  Stop overanalzying it.
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*** Ethan
    T his is way too fucking complicated.  I was just supposed to show up for a quick orientation, but then with my bright idea to have Caleb join the football team, that turned into, uh...
    Fuck, how long have we been here?  It shouldn't even be this long, but everyone's just fucking around now.  Caleb's new and no one's ever seen him before, so he's the star of the show here.  I guess it doesn't hurt that he's pretty good, too.  Yeah, he's kind of awkward and clumsy with girls, but he's not so bad at football.
    The problem is that there's tryouts, right?  Except Caleb missed them, so he's got his own personal tryout session at the moment, which basically involves everyone on the team except for the new guys testing him.  It was entertaining at first, and I knew this would happen.  I kind of wanted to get in on it, because harassing Caleb is fun sometimes.  It's just that Caleb is probably our best new recruit this year.
    Don't get me wrong, he's not the most amazing player ever, but he's good, and it shows.  I'm willing to give credit when credit is due.  I'm not that much of an asshole, alright?
    First, he ran laps.  That's kind of a basic one.  Running is sort of important for this.  The entire game is based around running across a field, and the field is pretty fucking huge compared to other sports, so yeah.  After ten laps, we gave him a break, though.  Most of the other new recruits only had to run four.
    Then we found him some gear, and did some walkthroughs of a few of our plays.  The only thing I'm really willing to say there is that Caleb isn't as much of a wimp when he's in football gear.  He's a... fuck, this analogy won't work.  What am I even supposed to say about him?
    You know how they say someone's a lover, not a fighter?  Except Caleb's not a lover and he's not a fighter, so I don't even know what the fuck that makes him.  He's just Caleb, I guess.  Whatever.  Way to fuck this up for me, Caleb.  Thanks a lot.
    He can take a hit, though, which is great.  And I'm pretty sure if he manages to press his way through the offensive line as a defensive guard, he could knock a quarterbacks on his ass real fast.  Not me, because I will lay him the fuck out if he tries, but not everyone is as amazing as me, either.
    Listen, I said I gave credit where credit is due before, and I'm giving myself the due credit that I deserve.  This isn't cocky or arrogant.  I guess it's a little cocky and arrogant.  I'm just real fucking confident in my abilities here.  Yeah, let's go with that.
    Anyways, it's been like... three hours.  I texted Ashley after the original orientation was done and told her I was helping Caleb out with some stuff.  She didn't text me back, but whatever.  We took a break after hour number two, and I checked my phone, but... nothing.
    I don't want to be some obsessive boyfriend here, but what the fuck, Princess?  I want to talk to you.
    I think this is going to go on all day if I don't put a stop to it, so... yeah, Caleb, we're done.  You did good.  You're on the team.  I'll allow it.
    "Can we just take a fucking vote or something?" I say to everyone.  "I'm pretty sure he's proven himself by now.  I