“Bad day?” Finn is the first one to speak. Bennett chuckles then quickly covers his mouth and turns away.
“The day was fine, it’s the night that’s turned to shit.” I grab a couple darts and throw them in the direction of the board. One hits just left of the bull’s-eye, the other dead center.
“Picturing a certain someone?” Marshall asks.
“Do any of you know anything about the surfer looking guy that works at Kendall’s dad’s place?”
“You mean Leo?” Bennett rejoins the conversation after he wipes the smirk off his face.
“Yeah him.” I throw another dart. “Kendall was supposed come over tonight and when she didn’t show I took a trip to the shop. Found him and her hanging out and since she isn’t so willing to offer up any details, I’m asking if any of you have some information to provide.”
“He’s a little cocky, but he always has been. Has a long list of women he keeps on call. Never known him to have a girlfriend, just friends.”
“Friends with benefits,” I clarify and Marshall shrugs but I know it’s the case, he doesn’t have to say it out loud. “Him and Kendall?”
“That I don’t know.” I look up to see if I can sense he’s lying. Marshall holds my stare. “Honestly man, I’ve never heard they have, but with his track record I also can’t confirm they haven’t. That’s something you’ll have to ask her.”
The problem is I’m not sure I want to know the answer.
A few hours later I’m home, showered, and laying in bed. A movie is playing, but my mind is someplace else. Wondering what she is doing but refusing to call.
In all fairness I knew going in that this wasn’t going to be easy. But I did it anyway, and here we are.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Kendall
I spent morethan two hours battling the demons in my head. Those demons that were screaming I told you so. The ones that said I wouldn’t be good at this, and that it would explode in my face. I knew it, I called it, but he didn’t listen.
Yet here we are a week in and boom!
I’d managed to talk myself out of calling him, for hours I pushed it off telling myself that he should have just listened to me from the start.
That only lasted so long, and now it’s after midnight and I am sitting in his driveway staring at his front door, anger and irritation coursing through me because a part of me, a bigger part than I care to admit is screaming he is right to be mad.
And there is one thing I hate more than anything and that’s being wrong. It’s hard for me to accept, and even harder to admit.
He did this.
Aaron is the one that flipped a one night hookup into more. Why couldn’t he just have let things be? Why did he have to push?
Climbing out of my Jeep I slam the door and practically stomp my way across the driveway and up his stairs onto his porch. Lifting my hand I bang on the door with purpose.
The light flips on inside. The blinds move in the small window a few feet away from the front door. Then the sound of locks flipping just before the door opens. And there in the doorway stands Aaron with a scowl on his face. “What?”
“You can’t do that.”
“Do what?” He crosses his arms over his chest.
“Show up at my job and get all pissy because I’m there with Leo.”
“You and him ever have sex?”
“Excuse me?” His question catches me off guard.
“Have you ever had sex with Leo?” I notice the way his nostrils flare when he says his name.
“Why is that even a question?”
