Just Playin'_Romantic Sports Comedy by Shandi Boyes

Just Playin'_Romantic Sports Comedy by Shandi Boyes

Author:Shandi Boyes [Boyes, Shandi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-29T18:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Willow

“A re you sure you don’t want to stay another night? I can drop you at school before your first class tomorrow. I’ll even set two alarms to make sure I don’t sleep in.”

I giggle, loving the cheek in Elvis’s voice. If I could explain this weekend in only one word it would be outrageously-fucking-fantastic.

What? When it’s hyphenated, it’s only one word. I found that out the hard way when I submitted my English essay earlier this month. It had to be three thousand words. I delivered an amazing piece of literature that was exactly three thousand words. Supposedly I lost a few points because I didn’t reach the minimum required word count. It’s a crock of shit excuse as far as I’m concerned, but my B+ averaged out my score to a A-, so I pulled up my big girl panties and copped Professor Smith’s disdain on my chin like a nearly graduated student.

I’ll be honest, after our outrageously-fucking-fantastic (still one word) fuck on Elvis’s now buckled dining table, I thought things were going to get awkward very quickly. I cried. I’m not talking a few little tears I could blame on a lash in my eye. I’m talking cry me a river, I just watched My Girl for the hundredth time cry. It wasn’t pretty. Not in the slightest. But do you know what? Elvis handled it like a pro. He just held me, then when I stopped slobbering over him like a kid eyeing the latest electronic game, he wiped away my tears and proceeded to cook us dinner.

No, I’m not joking.

He knew I didn’t want to break down in front of him just as much as I believed my dad was coming back the night he perished. It took a crumbled house, seven firefighters, and a social worker ripping a pair of ballet shoes I had grabbed in haste out of my hands before I realized what was happening all those years ago. If it weren’t for the social worker trying to remove the last piece of my parents I had, I would have never left the footpath.

I haven’t been back to Melbourne since that night. I was shipped to Bundaberg, Queensland to live with my Aunt, grew an unhealthy obsession with dance, then the instant I was old enough, I moved to another country to pursue my dreams.

I didn’t realize how far I had strayed from my dreams until last night. It wasn’t the smiles on my students’ faces when they performed at the recital causing my turmoil. It was Elvis’s face when I danced for him. Last night was the first time I’ve danced for pleasure in a very long time. The moves came from inside of me, from a place I didn’t think I’d ever have relit again. I was dancing purely because I loved it, and not for what it could give me.

That’s why as much as Elvis’s invitation is tempting, I can’t accept it. With me finally gaining a work



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