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ten years ago. I guess this makes him feel like he understands my life. Sure, I played like shit today, but Coach knows about my dad. He also knows that after ten fucking years of barely hearing from the bastard, last year when my name landed on ESPN College Football, my dad decided to get in my face about building bridges. It wasn’t hard to work out that the only bridge he wanted to build was one that landed in the deep pockets of the teams that kept coming to scout me. Dad didn’t know shit about me. He thought because I’m a jock I couldn’t work out that he’s a con artist. He was talking about ‘caring about my future and needing to meet the scouts to protect his boy’. When all he really wanted was to talk to anyone with money about his latest Ponzi scheme.
    Dear old Dad had no clue that I have a perfect GPA and always have.
    Not that it takes a genius to see that my dad is a dick. Thankfully, it’s been a couple of months since I’ve had to deal with him showing up at the stadium or lurking around the tunnel. Although Coach knew that my dad had a tendency for showing up when he was least wanted, with it being the start of the season and my playing like shit, I’m sure he thought Anthony Waters might be close by.
    As I sit in one of Coach’s uncomfortable fucking metal chairs, I try to look anywhere but at his photo. “Waters, want to explain what that was out there today?” he asks, as he leans against his desk. He is looking at me like a father asking his son why he borrowed the family car without asking. His eyes are a little pissed, but mostly filled with compassion, concern and understanding. “Just a bad day, Coach,” I reply, trying to get him to end this shit quickly. The only thing I hate more than dealing with my dad is wasting my time talking about him.
    “You going to be ready for the game against Florida State in two weeks?” he questions, still looking at me like he’s waiting for me to break down.
    “Yes, sir.”
    “All right then. But you play like you did today at our next practice and you’ll be riding the bench until you remember how to use your eyes again.”
    “Understood.”
    I wait until Coach walks around his desk and sits in his ugly brown leather chair, taking it as my cue to leave. I already know Maris is going to have a field day when I tell her about this conversation. I’m never fucking drinking before practice ever again.

PARKER
    I have decided that, in order to successfully start my new life at Penmore, I want to get a job. Okay that’s not exactly true. I decided that if I’m going to start my new life, I need new clothes. Since I decided to relocate miles away from home, that means I have to get a job to purchase said clothes.
    After exploring the campus with Keeley a couple of days ago and seeing all of the girls dressed in cute skinny jeans and tank tops, I suddenly felt the urge to rip off my entire outfit. Not in public, of course; I didn’t have a sudden urge to become a stripper. Well, at least not until I’ve had a look at the job market. I just rapidly realized that I was really badly dressed. Now I’m looking at my entire wardrobe laid out on my bed. I don’t know how I ever managed to get dressed for an event without Millie or someone telling me that I looked like my grandma Mimi. Not that I don’t adore my grandma Mimi. She was the closest thing I had to a mother growing up. I love it when people talk about how we have the same golden-brown eyes and sharp wit, but my grandma isn’t stylish by any means. She always wears brown faded slippers, jeans that look as if she plans to dance to Saturday Night Fever, and large sweaters that often have pictures of cats on the front. Not that she likes or even owns a cat. She just thinks that everyone else believes cats are cute and by wearing photos of them, it makes her cute.
    And I know she enjoys giving me kitten sweaters for my birthday. I just didn’t realize that over the last few years she was the