Jake Abbot
I anxiously waited for Winter to text me while listening to the coach talk about the upcoming game. We had won the first and second rounds of the playoffs, the first game of the third round, and game two was about to start. I wasn't worried. The team hasn't played this well since our second season together. It was hard to admit, but Mission was a good asset to the team.
When my phone chimed, I picked it up, and she texted me. She was up and would see me soon. I quickly responded, missing her dearly. I put my phone down and noticed the locker room was quiet.
“What?” I shrugged. “I’m listening.” Warren gave me a pointed look before sighing.
“Is she okay?”
“Yeah.”
He went back to talking about the upcoming game. My mind was elsewhere as I leaned forward. I was counting down
