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What’s got me wired and unable to sleep is that I haven’t been able to talk to Brooke I didn’t call her thisafter Christian left because it would have only been about 4 AM her time and I didn’t want to wake her up So I sent her a text that said, Hey, baby Christian toldto be coet a moment

I had hoped that would give her enough reassurances when she woke up to start the day

She never called, though

And she didn’t text

Not a single peep out of her all day, despite the fact I’ve tried on a few occasions to call and text her While the day was busy between apractice skate, teaet ready for the gaht, I had expected to be able to have a few minutes to chat with her

By the tiame, I was forced to pull Coach Perron aside to ask hi on, as is the rest of the team, because Christianskate As for what Brooke and I had done, he only said, “You’ll undoubtedly read what I consider to be tabloid fodder about Brooke Perron and Bishop Scott That’s their business, and if and when they’re ready to make a statement about it, they will”

I wasn’t fucking ready right then, mainly because I wanted to talk to Brooke first

I did, however, take a few oing on They’d becoht to know Both of them assuredthat inally better today

So when I pulled Coach Perron aside before the ga that would settle me down Just a simple I’ve talked to Brooke and she’s fine would have sufficed

Instead, he rowled, “Not in a mood to talk to you, Scott”

“But—”

“Not another word,” he said threateningly with his finger pointed right at me “Not Another Word”

I slaet any help from him

Blue bringsto eat I’ she has by the look of sy overly solicitous, like a worried nores him

I aze out theat the dark patches belohile the world sleeps, broken up by areas of twinkling lights e fly over cities I’ve always loved flying at night, as sohts seems sort of festive