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“Doesn’t make you my wife,” I mutter.
She flinches at that, and shit, so do I. That was fucking low, I’ll admit. But I’m annoyed, and I just want sleep. And to get the fuck away.
“You’ve been really depressed lately, too.”
I know that.You know why. I take a swig of my beer before putting it down. “So?”
“‘So’? You don’t see an issue?”
What the fuck is going on here? “What issue, Allie? Please, do tell.”
She glares at me, crossing her arms. “You’re upset with me. And I deserve it. But there’s another reason you’re upset with me, and I’d like to know why.”
“Why would I be mad at the perfect Allie?”
“So now you’re patronizing me?”
What the fuck did she expect? “You’re here yelling at me because why? I haven’t been talking to you? Or my coach lit a fire under your ass?”
“Because you don’t trust me anymore, Larson. You tell everyone things first before me. And we haven’t even spoken in two weeks.” She gives me a look of sadness that tugs on my heart strings. But I need to be strong. I can’t let her hurt me again.
“Allie, you’re overexaggerating,” I say, walking toward the couch.
She’s visibly upset as she follows me. “You need to talk to me, Larson!” At this point, I’ve had it.
“What, Allie?! What!”
Her eyes widen as I throw the beer bottle across the room, hitting the wall. Glass shards hit the ground, and she looks scared. “I can help you—”
“I don’t need your goddamn help!”
“But you need random local girls’ help? To get you nice and hard?”
I flinch at that. What the hell? “You need to chill,” I say, advancing on her. This entire discussion is dramatic, and I was trying to avoid it tonight.
“No, you won’t talk to me! Do you know how it feels to be rejected by your boyfriend? Do you know how it feels to see you show more appreciation and attention to girls that are strangers than your own girlfriend?!”
All of this could’ve been avoided if she didn’t just leave our hotel room.
“I like girls. So what?”
She flinches. That was also low. But she’s pissing me off with these accusations. Suddenly, her face morphs into something else. My girl is angry. “You ignore me. You talk to my friends instead of me. You go to the bar and ‘forget’ to tell me. You flirt with random girls you barely know. You ditch practices with your team. You smoke moreweedthan you do your opposing team.”Nice sports metaphor, doll. “You blow me off every time I ask you what’s wrong, and you talk to girls who couldn’t give a shit about your feelings! Why you won’t let me help you, I don’t know. But it’s hurting me what you’re doing, ignoring me and taking me for granted!”
I look at her after her speech. And I see something. Beneath her tough exterior...is a struggling girl hanging on to her last hope.
“You know what? I just realized something. I’m not the only one who thinks about quitting everything.” She swallows. Tears brim her eyes. “Look at you. You can’t deal, baby. It’s hard for you, navigating life so young. Not knowing what the fuck to do. You’re just like me, doll. We’re one and the same. We can’t let this thing go.” I want her. I want her so badly. But not in the way she hopes.
She raises her eyebrows as she slowly wipes her tears. “This...‘thing’?”
“Us.” She gives me a small, hopeful smile. “But I can’t be with you, doll.” I’ll hurt her...just like she hurt me. And she’s a gentle girl.
“Then what are you asking?” She gives me an expectant look. I don’t know what I want from her. But she’s my girl.
“Be with me. Just one more night.”
She flinches again. “What?” she whispers. I’m such a bastard. I’m trying to ask this without being a total pig. “Jake...I hope you’re not asking me what Ithinkyou’re asking me.”
I gulp when realization stretches across her face.
