Chapter 30: Andi
That was the stupidestthing I’ve ever done. Hands down. And that includes marrying Mike and attempting to dye my blonde hair black with box dye.
Those two things pale in comparison to kissing Brandon Nix.
Why? Why did I do it?
I’ve been asking myself the same question for two days.
I feel like shit, both emotionally and physically. Concussion recovery is no joke.
Not like my career is. I’ll be the laughingstock of the sports world. First female to be the head referee in an official Men’s United States Soccer League Game?
Andrea Nichols.
First female referee to get fired for making out with a player a few weeks later?
Andrea Nichols.
What the hell was I thinking?
As I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, I know exactly what I was thinking. He saw me. He took care of me when I was injured. He didn’t make me be quiet. He pushed me to talk and to have feelings.
I mean, I always have them, but no one cares. My feelings aren’t important in the grand scheme of things. I’m so out of practice of having feelings that the minute they rise to the surface, they take over and make me do questionable things.
I’m better off not having feelings.
Or at least not expressing them.
Also, Brandon’s sexy as hell.
Even with the debatable follicular choices, everything about him makes me want to do very bad things with him.
But what I can’t stop thinking about is what Brandon said as he was leaving. That he only went after Trevyon Wallis-Smalls because of his sister. He was defending his sister.
That almost makes this all worth it.
I’d rather have a man that protects his family than one who lets someone sling insults. Not that IhaveBrandon. Or that I ever will. Just ... it makes me feel all sorts of gushy inside.
There are so many feelings swirling inside me that I barely know which way is up.
Nathan postponed my meeting, thanks to my concussion. I almost wish he hadn’t. No use in prolonging the inevitable. The Global Games are over and the MUSSL resumes regulation play next week. Even without the knowledge that we have been fraternizing outside of work, I doubt Nathan will put me on another game.
It’s probably better that way.
Maybe he’ll keep me in the WUSSL, working at a lower rate for a lower-rated league. If I stay officiating games in the WUSSL, I’ll never be able to quit my day job.
