The next morning I somehow convinced my mom to let me go to Scotts for breakfast. We had a really nice breakfast and a good visit with his mom. As soon as breakfast was over she said she had to go to her mothers and asked him if he needed anything. Scott told her he didnt and away she went. No sooner then he heard her drive off he grabbed my hand saying, Come on. He pulled me by the hand and up the steps we went to his room. He brought me inside and closed the door behind me.

. . . I needed to go for a walk to clear my head so I threw on some clothes and headed out walking briskly. Im not sure why I ended up there but I found myself walking into Scotts garage. I started to turn to walk out as I saw so many guys there it looked to be the entire football team. But as I turned to go Scott caught hold of my arm and said, Where are you going baby weve been waiting for you. I looked at him surprised wondering why they were waiting for me but as I was thinking about that Scott guided me deeper into the garage.

Sunday morning my mother told me the doctor had called Saturday night and had given her good news about my ribs. I did not have any broken or cracked ribs but I did have bruised ribs. He prescribed a pain medication that my father picked up that night. But I was already sleeping so my mother didnt wake me. Elizabeth called me Sunday afternoon to see how I was doing and she was very relieved that I had gone to the doctor. I spoke with her quite a while and told her about the doctors visit and she listened intently. She was sorry I had to have the pelvic exam and I told her it was more humiliating then painful.

The next day I was surprised when I got a call from Lisa the girl who had made varsity cheerleader as a sophomore. She told me that she and a group of kids were going down to the lake and asked me did I want to come along. I thought about it and decided I could use a break from Scott and decided to take her up on it. I told my mom who then checked with Lisas mom and with sun screen and my swimsuit and a bag lunch I headed to Lisas since her mom was going to drive us.

Wednesday morning I woke up and when I realized it was the day of another freshman football game I felt a little happiness as I knew I got to wear my practice uniform to school. I managed to get out of bed a little quicker then the last few days and took a shorter shower. My mom must have remembered too because when I got out of the shower my practice uniform was hanging up on the outside of the closet door freshly pressed which I had neglected setting time aside to do.

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