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“I don’t know how to say this because you’re a wonderful girl. Smart, beautiful.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re breaking up with me,” she chuckled uneasily. I stopped talking and gave her a sad smile.

“You are?” she covered her mouth in horror and tears filled up her eyes.

I hated when this happened.

“What did I do wrong?” she sobbed.

“Nothing. You did absolutely nothing wrong.”

My sister and I had the same conversation about a month ago when the boy she was seeing dumped her for someone else.

I told Elle break-ups usually have nothing to do with the person being dumped and everything to do with the dumper. Odds were, he was looking for something else. It didn’t mean she wasn’t terrific, nor did it make her less because he left.

I should know.

“You did nothing wrong. You were great.”

“Bullshit, no one breaks up with someone when they’re great,” she screamed at me angrily and people turned toward us. I wiped my face with my hand in aggravation.

“My head isn’t in this. I need to concentrate on other things right now.”

“Like what?” Like entering the Navy Seals program for one. And saving my girl.

“My future, for one thing.”

“What does that have to do with anything? Your future is guaranteed. I know Notre-Dame has offered you a scholarship. You’re going to become a pro, just like your dad.”

I stared at the girl silently. “What if I don’t accept the scholarship? What if I decide not to become a football player?”

“Come on, Moose, be serious. Who turns down the opportunity to play pro football? It’s the dream of a lifetime!”

Of being a player, or being a player’s wife?

“Would you still want to be with me if I were a poor worker?”

“Of-Of course. I love you!”

Right, that wasn’t hesitation at all.

This was my cue to get the hell out of here before we embarrassed each other further. I got up, put some money on the table, and kissed Danneel on the cheek.

“Thank you for everything. I wish you well.”

“Wait, Moose. Are you leaving? Wait!”

But I was already gone.

The break-up drained my energy, and all I wanted was to be by myself and wallow in self-pity. So, I went home to check on my sister.

On my way there, I got a call from Baby Winthrop, which in itself wasn’t normal, and increased the knot in my stomach.

I wasn’t close to Gabe’s brother, but it had more to do with me not knowing him that well than anything else.

Mace had to convince everyone he and his brother didn’t get along, so it would be weird for me to hang out with the guy.

Why the hell would he be calling me?

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