If you haven't read part 6, do so here. Or you can start from the beginning.
The whole week before the final game of the Ultimate Frisbee season my stomach is in knots. Mr. Hale keeps showing up a little before it’s time for me to leave practice, though he hasn’t yet stepped out of the car, and I’ve taken to sitting in a booth at the coffee shop so that he is be unable to see Brandon lounging across from me. Mr. Hale, for all his faults, is an extremely intelligent man. It would not surprise me at all to discover that he has been aware of my attraction to Brandon the whole time.
Ever since that first day when Brandon sat with me during his break, he has been waiting to take off until I arrive, and I’ve noticed he times his break exactly fifteen minutes before I’m supposed to leave. He has an unending supply of entertaining stories, explains the sport of bouldering in great detail, and encourages me to sign up for floor hockey for the post-holiday winter season. I, in turn, say as little as possible about myself and ask as many questions as I can think of to keep him talking. Occasionally I’ll participate in the conversation, such as which famous author I would kick in the face and why, or what I would want in my pocket if I were abandoned on a desert island (I always pick a lighter). For the most part I watch and listen, admiring the way he says whatever is on his mind, latently wishing I were in a position to do more than talk with him.
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