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“Thanks, guys. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that, Jonas jogs away.
“Any idea what that’s about?” I ask, pointing in the direction of our boss.
“No clue. I know Jenna broke her leg a few weeks back, and Jonas said something about her having surgery and maybe not being able to play volleyball anymore.”
“Shit,” I sigh. “That sucks. I know volleyball was her whole life.”
“Oh, yeah. I always forget you and Jenna graduated high school together. Do you guys still talk?” He asks.
“Hell, we didn’t really talk back then. We knew each other, and she was always friendly, but she was busy with her volleyball thing, and I spent every free moment I had working.”
All he gives in response is a nod, and we go back to sitting in comfortable silence.
The truth is I always had a massive crush on Jenna, but back then, I never would have told her. She was the bright and bubbly star of the volleyball team with a bright future ahead of her. I was just a rough-neck who knew my life would never be much more than ordinary.
Knowing how important volleyball was to Jenna, I can only imagine how hard she’s taking all of this.
Taylor slaps me on the shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Come on, bud. Break’s over. Let’s get back to work.”
Chapter Four
Jenna
In the few hours it takes for my brother to show up, I convince Justin that he would be better off leaving for a little while. He protested a bit—probably thinking I would trash the place before I left. But when I convinced him that me maybe trashing his apartment might be preferable to my brother rearranging his face, he reconsidered.
Thank goodness because I didn’t want to stare at his stupid face for another moment.
I let a lot of things fly in the relationship. I dealt with the fact that Justin constantly wanted me to put him over volleyball, and I dealt with him constantly trying to turn me into something I wasn’t. And I dealt with all of his snide comments about all of it.
But I’ll never put up with cheating. That’s a no-go for me. And the bastard knew that too.
I can’t believe he had the audacity to try to blame it on me. Sure, maybe I’ve been depressed and crabby as of late, but I think I’ve had a right to be. The trajectory of my life was completely altered by one crazy event. And a supportive boyfriend would have been there for me instead of getting balls-deep in his study buddy.
Isn’t that what a relationship is supposed to be—two people who are willing to lift each other up when they need it? Who knows. I’m the absolute last person qualified to give any type of relationship advice.
I seem to be drawn to assholes who don’t care much about me or anything I want. Maybe I have a sign on my forehead that reads, “Narcissists Welcome here.”
Still waiting on my brother, I take a seat in the over-stuffed recliner chair. My eyes look all around, taking in the details of this place one last time. I know Justin only told me I could stay here because he felt sorry for me. That became even more apparent when he acted like me being here was a massive inconvenience, although I have no idea why. He didn’t change a single thing. And I tried not to invade his space too much. Since he was rarely home, that made keeping to myself even easier.
Oh well. It’s not like I thought this relationship was going anywhere. Justin wasn’t my soulmate, and I was never under any delusion that he was. So, why was I with him? Hell if I know.
I guess I settled foralright.We had an alright time. Justin was an alright guy. And the sex was alright.
I was always too busy with volleyball to search for anything more than that.
Now that I’m not playing, I’m sure the guys will just line up to date the depressed girl with no plans and no future.Who wouldn’t want to date that girl. She’s loads of fun, right?
A knock on the door interrupts my wallowing. The pity party will have to continue later.
I open the door and see my brother, Jessie, standing there. Out of my three older brothers, Jessie is the one closest to me in age and the one I have the best relationship with.
“Hey, Jen,” he begins. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think this is the same place we dropped you off when school started.”
“It’s not. It’s my boyfriend’s place. Well,ex-boyfriend.”
“Why are you living with your boyfriend?”
