Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“I’ll do it,” I announced, much to the pleasure of Bette who beamed. I sent Isabella a pointed look as I stood and followed Bette to a dressing room. “Pour me another glass of champagne, girl. I’m gonna need it after this.”
Max
ON THE WAY HOME FROM our game, I texted Sunny after her interview to check in on her.
Can I see you tonight?
I need to study.
I exhaled, my fingers typing. We lost tonight. I need someone to talk to. I need you.
I settled for watching the passing trees out the bus window when she didn’t respond right away. I imagined her staring at her phone, debating. It was apparent she was pushing me away since we’d had sex in the basement—and there was nothing I could do about it, not while I was right in the middle of football.
I’ll bring sushi, I added, my hands gripping the phone tightly.
Okay.
I sat back, relieved I’d get to be alone with her, yet part of me still fumed at our first loss of the season—all my fault. I’d thrown two interceptions—freshman year shit. I scratched my gruff and leaned my head back on the vinyl of the bus seat.
I’d like to blame it on my twitchy ankle I’d gotten from the library a few weeks ago, but the athletic coaches had checked me out that day, put some ice on it, and it had been good. They told me to keep it easy for the rest of the week, so Coach had me sit out a few hard practices. The result had me feeling rusty, and today it had showed.
“Mate. Chill. We lost. We still have Appalachian State next week. Easy peasy,” Tate said from across the aisle.
I raised my head up. “I let us down. That guy came out of nowhere and snatched it . . .” Whatever.
“It was double coverage, dude,” Ryn said from the seat in front of me.
“Don’t sweat it. Next week. We got this.” Tate’s eyes went to my leg. “No more injuries, okay—even if you are rescuing a girl.”
Yeah, yeah. He was asking the impossible.
When she was around, I couldn’t think straight.
“Go ahead and be a hero anytime you want,” Felix called from the very back of the bus. Of course the team had heard about the rescue when I’d had to explain my ankle. “I’ll play next week.”
I flipped him off.
“Easy,” Tate said softly. “Don’t give the wanker the satisfaction of knowing he makes you mad.”
Coach sent us I have my eyes on you glares, and I tried to shake off the tension, which was way more than just a loss. I’d been on edge since the library, ready to jump at anyone’s throat.
God. I was tired. I leaned my head back against the seat and slipped in my ear buds, putting in some old-school Beastie Boys. Thoughts of Sunny niggled at me, pricking at my memories, and within minutes, I was out.
I dreamed.
My mom was dead, lying on a sterile hospital bed. Her lashes rested lightly on her cheeks and part of me expected her to open them and send me her usual smile.
“You don’t have to stay,” the doctor murmured. He put a tentative hand on my shoulder, and I shook it off.
I picked her hand up as tears pricked at my eyes.
“The aneurysm was in her brain—there wasn’t anything you could do,” he murmured as if reading my thoughts. “Her death was instant.”
I nodded. Yeah. They’d gone over it with me—again and again. It was just so sudden. I wanted to yell at the doctor—tell him that it wasn’t fair—that she was all I had—but I held back, all of seventeen going on ancient.
I tucked her hand under the covers, touched her cheek lightly, and then walked out the door.
I had to get out of there.
I exited the hospital and found my Harley. The bike was new, and she’d insisted I drive it up for our vacation while she followed in her Mercedes. I’d parked it in a fire lane when I’d followed the ambulance. Fuck them. Let them try to tow me. I’d fucking . . .
I stopped, squeezing my eyes shut as I sat down on the concrete curb next to the road, exhausted. She fought to be happy for so long and right when she’d gotten there . . .
Someone walked past me, whispering, and I realized I had to get further away.
I got on my bike and rode out of the parking lot with nothing but my backpack and wallet.
I drove and drove until I had no clue where I was.
Needing to piss, I drove down a rural gravel road to a shoreline that overlooked a huge lake.
I wanted to throw rocks in it, scream at it. So I did. I yelled obscenities and rammed my fist into my palm. I cursed at God for taking her.