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BooBoo nods, pulling out another book. “Mom says typically in running dreams, you’re trying to get away from the subject you are afraid of, but we both know you don’t have a fear of koalas, so she gave me this book about dream animals.” Another Kleenex hangs out of the top of this book, and he opens it to the marked page. “Apparently, koala dreams can have a bunch of different meanings, but the one that goes the most with your running dream is that your subconscious mind is trying to tell you to let things unfold at their own pace.”
I don’t respond immediately, trying to wrap my head around all he just told me, flipping the quartz around in my hand a couple of times. “Does any of this make sense to you?” I ask my friend after a few moments pass.
He scoffs. “It all sounds like crazy shit to me,” he tells me. “But what I think doesn’t matter. It only matters if this resonates with you or not.”
I nod, unsure if what the books are telling me truly hits home or not.
“Mom also said she’d be happy to do a tarot reading for you if you’d be interested.”
“Have you had one done before?” I check with a tilt of my head.
He laughs at my question like I’m crazy for even asking. “Only like a million. I’ll admit, as much as I think my mom is looney sometimes, her readings have always been scarily accurate. They are also really open to interpretation, though, and sometimes you’ll think the cards mean one thing when they actually mean something else.”
I stare at the quartz in my hand and nibble on my lower lip. “I’ll think about it. Mind if I keep the books for the day,” I ask. “I’d like to read the passages all the way through.”
“Totally. Keep them as long as you need them,” he assures me with an even smile.
“Thanks,” I reply, shoving the books into my backpack and the quartz into my pocket.
The stone sits heavy in the small space, never letting me forget about its presence. Is it going to help me figure out my dreams? I’ve never been a person who believes in this kind of stuff, but the dreams have been happening for four nights now and there is this nudging sensation deep in my gut that is telling me it means something. So, if this stupid rock will give me the answers, I’m all for it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SASHA
There’s a giant smile on my face as I talk with Evangeline about everything I’m to expect on this adventure. Okay, it’s technically not an adventure, but it feels like one to me. I’ve never been more excited to be trapped on a bus with a bunch of sweaty soccer players in my life. Wait, why does that sound like the makings of a porno? I give my head a shake at the completely random thought and continue my journey to the waiting team and my boss.
“Are you excited for your first away game?” Evangeline asks me, and I nod exuberantly.
“Beyond excited,” I correct her. “I can’t wait to put on a show even if I’ll only be on the sidelines.”
Apparently, when you’re the mascot for the opposing team you don’t get to be front and center like you do at home games. Which I’ll admit is totally lame, but I’ll still give my all from the small amount of space I’ll be allotted.
“Even from the sidelines, you’re going to kill it,” Rebecca, one of the cheerleaders who will be by my side tonight, tells me with a wide grin.
“One hundred percent. You’re a star and will shine wherever you are,” Hailey, the other cheerleader coming on this trip, adds.
I smile brightly at both the girls, then flick my hand at them in an ‘oh you’ kind of motion. “Stop buttering me up like that, or my head will get too big to fit in the costume,” I tease, earning a giggle from both of them.
“Oh, you love hearing how amazing you are,” Hailey says, knowing me so well already.
I shrug. No point in denying it.
“Come on, let’s go get our seats before the guys take all the good ones,” Rebecca urges us, but I motion for them to go on.
“I’ll be right there, but I’m going to talk to a friend first,” I tell them as they make their way onto the bus. I walk toward Rio, who is chatting with a few of his teammates. Are you guys ready to win?” I ask them when I arrive.
“Always,” one of the guys with shaggy dark brown hair and a killer smile says to me.
I narrow my brows at him and stare for a moment until he starts to squirm.
“Why is he looking at me like that?” the guy whispers to Rio.
“Because he’s crazy,” Rio replies with a shrug.
“I’m just trying to figure out if you’re being cocky or confident,” I tell the guy.
“Does it matter?” he questions with a pinched expression.
