THIRTY-ONE
STRIKE THREE
RYAN
The second Isadisappears into the building, I let it out.
“FUCK!” I shout, slamming my hands against the steering wheel. I drop my head to the leather and breathe through the rising emotions.
She dumped me.
Fuckingdumpedme.
And worse than that?
I confessed that I loved her, and she looked horrified. Didn’t even say a damn thing back.
Wait, that’s not true. She told me not to say it.
I’m such a fucking chump. I thought she loved me. I could’ve sworn I’d seen it in her eyes and smiles. And there were so many times I would’ve bet money she almost let it slip.
But I suppose I just ruined her entire life. I guess love isn’t strong enough for that.
I grab my phone and shoot off a text to the guys.
Ryan
Meet me at the Malibu house
And bring all the alcohol
Hunter
Dude, it’s barely even 10 and I’m not even fully awake
Cooper
Should you really be drinking with a concussion?
Austin
Uh
Has no one else seen the internet this morning?
Cooper
No?
Wait a sec
Hunter
Oh
Fuck
Cooper
