gotta go. I want to check on Indy and then I promised my parents we’d spend some time together before I leave.” Jasmine stood, walking away much the same way Teddy had just a few minutes ago.
“See you when you get back, Jazz,” Amy called. She didn’t have to look back to see the smug smile still plastered across the stupid bitch’s face.
“Can’t wait.”
She was just out of Deuce and headed toward the beach when she saw Indy’s blonde hair rounding the corner headed toward the dorms, a swathe of glittering cloth over her arm.
“Where were you?” Jasmine said as soon as she was in earshot.
Indy looked behind her, like she might be speaking to someone else. “I had to, I…”
“Please don’t tell me you skipped training to pick out a dress.”
“No, I was at Jack’s and I grabbed this before I left, but...”
“So you skipped training to make out with Jack?” Jasmine nearly screeched.
“Keep your voice down,” Indy said, looking around to make sure they were still alone, but nearly everyone was at training. “No, there was a thing with my Dad and I had to…I had to take care of it and Jack helped.”
Jasmine’s anger faded immediately and was replaced with concern. “Your Dad?” She knew Indy couldn’t stand her father. “Is everything okay?”
Indy nodded, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, everything is fine. The same, you know, but fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry I had to miss training.”
“It’s fine. You missed me kicking Amy Fitzpatrick’s ass, but…”
“You did what ?”
“It was awesome.”
“Tell me everything.”
“Dom decided to let us play a set in place of doubles training. It was awesome . She couldn’t keep up. Just kept hitting the ball back to me and letting me dictate everything. I remember her being so much better than that.”
“She’s probably the same. You got better. It’s been what? Two years?”
“Made me think about what Dom said.”
“What did Dom say?”
“Oh um, he…well he said that if I decided to go to school in the fall, NCAA wouldn’t be...I’d be, the best I guess?”
“Are you considering that?”
“I have to, kind of, don’t I? I mean it’s a great option.”
“I guess so. I just thought…”
“What?”
“I didn’t think college was something you were thinking about, that’s all.”
“It’s mostly my parents. They brought it up when we got back from Paris.”
“By when would you have to decide?”
“It’s already pretty late, but I guess there are some schools that are interested.”
“Stanford?” Indy said, a shit-eating grin spreading across her face.
“Yeah, that’s not going happen. I don’t really want to think about it until after Wimbledon. We’ve got a lot of work to do in London and this is just a distraction.”
“Well, you know where I stand on it.”
“Do I?”
“We got a taste of it in France. Could you really go play in the NCAA after that? I couldn’t.”
“Maybe we’re different.”
“I don’t think we are.” Jasmine snorted. “Fine, but we’re not that different at least. You want to be the best.”
“I would be the best there.”
“Yeah, but not in the world.”
Jasmine shook her head. “Whatever. I still have time and Jack said…”
“You talked to Jack about this?” Indy cut her off.
Wincing, Jasmine nodded. “I’m sorry. I asked him not to say anything.”
“Is that why you guys were talking about Harvard?”
“Yeah.”
They lapsed into silence. Jasmine didn’t know what else to say. She was sorry she hadn’t told Indy to begin with, but there wasn’t anything to tell at first. Really, there still wasn’t. It was just an option, something to keep in the back of her head. The sun caught on the sparkly material still draped over Indy’s arm.
“Been in Penny’s closet?” she guessed, changing the subject.
“Yeah. I was going to go over there anyway later, but I figured it was easier just to let Teddy think that I was
“See you when you get back, Jazz,” Amy called. She didn’t have to look back to see the smug smile still plastered across the stupid bitch’s face.
“Can’t wait.”
She was just out of Deuce and headed toward the beach when she saw Indy’s blonde hair rounding the corner headed toward the dorms, a swathe of glittering cloth over her arm.
“Where were you?” Jasmine said as soon as she was in earshot.
Indy looked behind her, like she might be speaking to someone else. “I had to, I…”
“Please don’t tell me you skipped training to pick out a dress.”
“No, I was at Jack’s and I grabbed this before I left, but...”
“So you skipped training to make out with Jack?” Jasmine nearly screeched.
“Keep your voice down,” Indy said, looking around to make sure they were still alone, but nearly everyone was at training. “No, there was a thing with my Dad and I had to…I had to take care of it and Jack helped.”
Jasmine’s anger faded immediately and was replaced with concern. “Your Dad?” She knew Indy couldn’t stand her father. “Is everything okay?”
Indy nodded, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, everything is fine. The same, you know, but fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry I had to miss training.”
“It’s fine. You missed me kicking Amy Fitzpatrick’s ass, but…”
“You did what ?”
“It was awesome.”
“Tell me everything.”
“Dom decided to let us play a set in place of doubles training. It was awesome . She couldn’t keep up. Just kept hitting the ball back to me and letting me dictate everything. I remember her being so much better than that.”
“She’s probably the same. You got better. It’s been what? Two years?”
“Made me think about what Dom said.”
“What did Dom say?”
“Oh um, he…well he said that if I decided to go to school in the fall, NCAA wouldn’t be...I’d be, the best I guess?”
“Are you considering that?”
“I have to, kind of, don’t I? I mean it’s a great option.”
“I guess so. I just thought…”
“What?”
“I didn’t think college was something you were thinking about, that’s all.”
“It’s mostly my parents. They brought it up when we got back from Paris.”
“By when would you have to decide?”
“It’s already pretty late, but I guess there are some schools that are interested.”
“Stanford?” Indy said, a shit-eating grin spreading across her face.
“Yeah, that’s not going happen. I don’t really want to think about it until after Wimbledon. We’ve got a lot of work to do in London and this is just a distraction.”
“Well, you know where I stand on it.”
“Do I?”
“We got a taste of it in France. Could you really go play in the NCAA after that? I couldn’t.”
“Maybe we’re different.”
“I don’t think we are.” Jasmine snorted. “Fine, but we’re not that different at least. You want to be the best.”
“I would be the best there.”
“Yeah, but not in the world.”
Jasmine shook her head. “Whatever. I still have time and Jack said…”
“You talked to Jack about this?” Indy cut her off.
Wincing, Jasmine nodded. “I’m sorry. I asked him not to say anything.”
“Is that why you guys were talking about Harvard?”
“Yeah.”
They lapsed into silence. Jasmine didn’t know what else to say. She was sorry she hadn’t told Indy to begin with, but there wasn’t anything to tell at first. Really, there still wasn’t. It was just an option, something to keep in the back of her head. The sun caught on the sparkly material still draped over Indy’s arm.
“Been in Penny’s closet?” she guessed, changing the subject.
“Yeah. I was going to go over there anyway later, but I figured it was easier just to let Teddy think that I was
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