Second Chance At Love

Quick Drink.

Brynn

"Red or green?"

"Blue."

"Okay, uh. Winter or summer?"

"Summer. Duh."

"Gold or silver?"

"Sliver."

"Socks to bed or not?

"No. I'm not weird."

"Movies or tv shows?"

"Reading."

"Really? I never pictured you as one who read," I say, a bit surprised. "I like watching movies sure but they've become too predictable for me," Cgc says with a shrug. I nod, taking that in. He's not wrong at all and I don't entirely enjoy movies either. I still prefer tv shows though. "What do you read?" I ask, suddenly intrigued. "Non-fiction, mostly," he says "I only read a book if I find the synopsis highly interesting." When have you heard those words come out of a man's mouth? Maybe once, but it's rare. I give him some props since the only books I could ever read are any of my biology books.

"So no romance?" I tease him. He snorts, "Never." I run a hand through my blonde hair that needs dying soon. My roots are starting to darken a little too much for my liking. Believe it or not, I'm actually a brunette. I dyed my hair blonde my sophomore year of college and I haven't gone back since. I think blonde suits me better. "Next question, Brynnie," he says before taking a swig of his black coffee. "Hmmm," I think. I feel like I know so much about him already since we play this twenty-question game every time we see each other.

"Telekinesis or telepathy?" I ask, wagging my brows. "Telepathy, definitely," he says easily. "I'm too sensitive for that," I say into a laugh. In no universe would I ever want to be able to read people's minds. As cool as it sounds, there's too much baggage that comes with that. Imagine reading someone's mind and they're thinking about sex or murdering people. It could be a very broad spectrum, one that I'd never want to imagine. "Actually... I think I already have it," he adds, squinting his eyes at me. I smile, "Okay what am I thinking then?" I challenge.

His eyes stay squinted like he's actually able to read what's going on inside of my mind right now. I don't even know what that is. "You're thinking about. . . me!" He smacks his hand on the table and leans back into the booth. I gasp dramatically like he just guessed correctly. "No way you just guessed correctly," I say. He plays along, shrugging his shoulders. "I fucking told you."

I giggle as Valdez slides into Cgc's side of the booth. "What are we laughing about?" he asks, setting his backpack down on the floor. "Shit. I have to get across campus in less than ten minutes, I'll see you guys later," Cgc says, putting all his things away. We just met up about thirty minutes ago after my last class of the day. "Yeah, text me," I say, sipping on my iced coffee. "See you at home," Valdez says, getting up so that Cgc can get out of the booth. Once he leaves, the male in front of me sits back slowly in the booth.

"You look miserable," I say. He winces as his ass finally hits the cushioned booth. "I feel it too," he tells me. I assume it's football, so I don't bother asking. "Coach is killing you guys, huh?" He takes out some papers from his bag and puts them out in front of him. "Yeah. We play Cal this weekend and last year we barely won by a point. We can't afford that again," he says. I heard from the cheer girls that Cal was going to be a tough opponent. We haven't lost a game so far, so hopefully, that doesn't change.

"You guys got it. Maybe we'll get a slight advantage since at lot of our students will be traveling with us," I say. "Home turf is always the best, though, but maybe. Those fuckers are tough, nevertheless. As long as C and the offense have a good game, we'll be alright," he says confidently. He shuffles through his papers with brows furrowed and I glance over at them. All I see are a lot of numbers and words. "Homework?" I ask. He nods, organizing the papers. "Too much of it," he tells me.