8

Telling myself I hadn’t almost just kissed her.

“So, what did Miss Hampstead say?” Asher asked as we met up outside class.

“She just wanted to run by my college applications again.”

Jase scoffed. “Like she doesn’t know exactly where you’re headed.”

“Nothing’s a given,” I said quietly as we made our way to the locker room.

“You’ll be at Penn State with me.” He spoke the words with no hesitation. None. As if it was already a done deal.

I gave him a hard look. “I’m not the golden boy of Rixon.” The corner of my mouth lifted. “There’s no guarantee the scouts will—”

“They’ll want you,” he said, cutting me off. “You already know they’re interested.”

“I need to have other options though.” Besides, I wasn’t even sure if the call did come, that Penn State was what I wanted. It was an Ivy League school and Ivy League meant expensive. So even though it was one of the top football programs in the country, when I had interest from Pittsburg and Michigan State that would most likely come hand-in-ha