“If you are going to have a snowball’s chance in hell, you are going to need this,” he said as he gave me a dismissive wave. After I left the coach’s office, I looked down and saw that he had given me a schedule of practices, games, and other various things that Oakley was expected to attend.

I started the walk back to my apartment when I spotted a cute little coffee shop. I figured one small skinny, low fat, no sugar latte wouldn’t hurt. I promised myself I would only drink half anyway, and I needed the caffeine boost if I was going to make it through the day. That would be sixty calories and eight grams of sugar. If I power walked, I could easily burn that off. After ordering, I sat down and loaded Oakley’s schedule into the new shared calendar that I had created on his phone earlier this morning, complete with alarms that would go off when he needed to start getting ready and when he needed to leave.

I immediately got a text, and when I saw Oakley’s name flash on the screen, I couldn’t help but think of him lying in his boxers this morning, and I could feel the heat creeping up my face.

Oakley: What the fuck did you just do?

I smiled to myself as I typed back.

Amanda: Oh good, you found where I programmed my info into your phone! And aren’t you supposed to be practicing?

I could almost see how pissed he was when his phone blew up with calendar notifications. Imagining him annoyed as hell gave me a deep sense of satisfaction. I didn’t wait for his response and sent another message.

Amanda: According to the schedule, your last practice gets out at 7:00 tonight, I’ll see you then.

I clicked the button to lock my screen and got up to head home, leaving my latte on the table untouched.

5

I was unstoppable. The universe was my fucking oyster. I was so tired that even the seven dollar concealer I splurged on two months ago couldn’t hide the dark circles under my eyes, and my hair was so full of dry shampoo it felt like a fire hazard, but nothing could get me down. Not a single thing.

In one day, I managed to get Oakley to practice and completely overhaul his Instagram image. Coach Howard even sent me half of a compliment via email at 10:06 in the morning. It was backhanded and attached to a formal request to stop emailing him updates, but I took the “good” and rolled with it.

Not to mention, Mr. Wednesday got me an advisory slot with Dr. Haynes. The Dr. Haynes. I was so stoked to be learning from the absolute best I could hardly contain my excitement. I was headed to a meeting with him right now.