Page 55 of Spiral
“You won’t do shit,” he snarls, spitting on the ground beside us. “Georgia doesn’t know anything – she thinks I’m a great guy. How does that make you look, punching the dude who tried to help her when you fucked up? She’d think you’re a psychopath.”
He’s right.
She doesn't know Watson tried to hurt her on purpose, that he hates me for taking his spot as captain. I haven’t told her about Natalia’s relentless vendetta against me since the night I rejected her. She has no idea they’re working together to ruin my life; she’ll think I’m unhinged – betraying her and then attacking the person that offered her comfort.
God fucking damnit.
With a low growl, I reluctantly loosen my grip on his jersey and shove him aside.
“That’s what I thought,” Watson sneers, placing a toothpick between his teeth. “Besides, I can't show up to our date with a black eye. Georgia would be worried sick.”
“What do you mean your date?”
He snickers softly.
“I asked if I could take her out, show her a good time, help her get over you… and get under me.”
“No fucking way she’d go out with you.” I scoff, shaking my head in disbelief.
He’s just trying to fuck with me.
“Yeah? 8’ o’clock on Friday – Stetson’s.” He shoots me one last glance, a smug grin creeping across his lips. “See for yourself.”
I groan, my head falling to my hands in annoyance.
How could today go so fucking wrong?
Watson’s words have been ringing in my ears for hours now as I sit, unmoving, in my darkened room.
“Help her get over you… and under me.”
My mind races with the image of Todd fucking Watson putting his Neanderthal hands on Georgia – caressing her, kissing her neck, smelling the vanilla perfume in her hair.
I think I’m gonna puke.
“Hey, dude – cool if I come in?”
Danny knocks on the door quietly as he cracks it open, waiting for my response from the hallway.
“Y-Yeah. What’s up?”
“Is everything okay? You’ve been up here for hours. I haven’t even heard you move.”
He steps slowly into my room, allowing the hallway light to steam in from behind him and illuminate the pathetic display of me wallowing in bed alone.
“Georgia’s going out with Watson,” I rasp, my voice monotone and detached as I stare up at the ceiling.
“Todd Watson? No fucking way, that dude’s a meathead.”
I nod slightly, a deep sigh heaving in my chest.
“She saw Natalia kissing me after the game. Watson ran after her. She thinks I’ve been with Natalia this whole time.”
“Jesus, dude… I mean, after the tackle incident she must realize that he’s a… god damnit. I forgot she doesn’t know that Watson tried to hit her on purpose.”
He scratches his head, his expression concerned and uncertain.
“Yep. They’re going to Stetson’s at 8 on Friday. I’m planning to kill myself at 7, if you wanna watch.”