Stanford is still watching you, and any slip in your standing could keep you off the team next year.”
I nodded in agreement. I liked Jessie alright–she was outgoing and funny. Village sex My varsity soccer team had qualified for an international invitational tournament in Mexico, and it happened to coincide with our school’s spring break, which meant that we were going to get to spend an entire week living it up in Campeche, on the coast of the Gulf of Mexico. It had been dangerous. “I just have other interests.”
“Yeah, sure,” Jessie replied, her voice heavy with sarcasm. Thankfully, the market was relatively nearby, and my parents were fully supportive of me going out and practicing my Spanish among the locals during daylight hours. You have to be pretty loud to do that job. When the waiter finally returned with my drink, I sat there with my drink in hand, basking in the freedom it represented.
