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I’ll save whatever lecture I have for myself for tomorrow. But for tonight, I’ll just enjoy this moment for what it is. If regret intends to bring me down from this feeling, that bitch will have to work for it.
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@QweenPandora:Tis Game Day Eve!
Rest up guys! No pressure, but the whole city’s depending on you to pull out a win in the semifinal’s matchup :) Clear your heads and get a good night’s rest, because tomorrow’s sure to be intense.
Let’s send them all the good vibes we can. GO Panthers!
Later, Peeps.
—P
Chapter 17
WEST
Fucking hell.
So,thisis what it feels like to be ghosted.
Guess I understand the panicked texts and phone calls that flood my phone after a girl’s given it up,and then I ignore her ass.
Joss lets out a sigh from where she’s sprawled out beside Dane on his bed. Sterling’s deep in thought in the armchair, and I’ve been pacing for the last thirty minutes.
We took the win this morning, so there’s another massive celebration going on at a nearby frat house, but I haven’t even considered leaving this hotel room. My brothers and Joss, being my only support through all this, are holed up here with me. To make it up to them for being such a drag, I bought up most of the snacks and soda from the vending machine down the hall. They hadn’t signed up to be my advisors, but slipped into those roles without complaint.
“I don’t understand,” Joss finally says. “The room, the flowers… I mean, it should’ve worked. Hell, it would’ve probably even worked onmeif it’d been the right guy,” she jokes.
Dane’s brow quirks with intrigue, probably taking notes for whenever he finally gets up the nerve to make a move.
Ifhe ever makes a move.
It feels like my heart’s in my gut now, though. Not only because of the obvious air of doubt in Joss’s voice, but also because of what desperation had me confessing to Southside last night. There was this look in her eyes, though, making her distrust abundantly clear. While I’ve been far from an angel when it comes to her, I needed her to know I’d never cut that deep. I’d never get her completely open to me like she was last weekend, then exploit the shit out of that moment.
Damn, I’m a dick, but that’s beneath even me.
So, when I realized nothing I was saying last night was working, I spilled my guts, despite having every intention to keep the info about Parker to myself.
Now, what if Southside spills? Not like she has reason to be loyal toward me after all I’ve done.
“And she spoke when you woke up in her room today?” Sterling asks.
I shrug, still distracted by the possibility of having shot myself in my own damn foot.
“We said good morning,” I share. “Then, she left to shower and I ordered us room service for breakfast.”
“Did you guys talk while you ate?” Joss wants to know.
“A little, but not much.”
She’s mulling over my answer and I hate this has me so on edge.
“Other than that, nothing seemed off?” Dane asks.
I peer up at him while I pace, shrugging again. “Dude, I don’t fucking know! Next time I’ll make sure to write the shit down in my diary,” I snap.
A surge of air fills my lungs and I remember that they’re doingmea favor. They’re here to help and I’m in no position to be an ass right now. So, I start again, keeping my cool this time.