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“I don’t give a fuck what any of you have to say.” She slowly turns back to me but this time, her face is blank of all emotions. “Because of you, I have to bury my sister on her nineteenth birthday.” The air rushes from my lungs, I had no fucking idea today was her birthday. “You may not know this yet, Corvin, but in time you will learn that Cody was the nice sister, the one who loved everyone and saw the world through rose-colored glasses.” I frown. “I’m the opposite. I’m jaded and fucking angry, I hate everyone and live to ruin those who wrong me or anyone I care about. You just became my sole focus. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go I’ll be watching and waiting for you to fuck up. The moment you do, I’ll be the one calling the cops and sending your ass to jail because, make no mistake, my sister and I sharedeverythingwith each other.” She doesn’t wait for a reply, turns on her heel and marches her little ass back inside the church.
“Why do I get a sinking feeling that she is going to cause us a shit load of problems?’ Darius breathes out.
“Because I think Alexa Sutton just admitted to the fact that her sister told her about me taking care of Garett,” I answer. I feel their gazes on me, but mine is still glued to the little demon that just rocked me to my core and gave me the reality check I needed to get my shit together.
Corvin
Six weeks later
Have you ever felt a pain so crippling that it steals the very breath from your lungs and makes you feel like you’re dying slowly, except you’re not? You just have to force yourself to breathe through the pain and then carry on like you want to be here. You watch people smile and laugh and think to yourself, how the fuck can you be happy when she’s dead?
She’s in a wooden box buried in the dirt where sooner rather than later bugs are going to eat away at her decomposing body—all you have left is memories. That’s the thing though, no one tells you when you lose someone you love that memories are the hardest fucking part. Every time you catch yourself daydreaming, it’s about them. Or, when you lay in bed and try to sleep, it’s their face you see every time you close your damn eyes. I thought moving away from CHU and leaving the team to train one on one with the best trainer in the country would help ease the pain because I’d have something else to focus on—it didn’t.
Living away from the others has been a blessing. Beck’s in Alaska withherand Dawson, Saint and Crue moved into the dorms on campus to be closer to Katie. Darius packed up and took Leah to Chicago, where she studies online and he learns the ropes of HQ. Me, I packed my shit and moved to North Carolina to train to be the best the fucking QB so I can get drafted. The penthouse I live in is luxurious. The place is huge and something any guy my age would fucking love but I hate it. Her laughter doesn’t fill the place, her intoxicating perfume doesn’t linger after she’s left the room, and stray hairs don’t stick my pillowcase.
I’m fucking drowning without her and I don’t know how to fix it. I stopped drinking the day we buried her, haven’t popped a single pill since then either. All I do is hit the gym, train, hit the gym again, then come home to work on the reports Darius and Beck send me. It was supposed to be just them doing this shit so Saint, Crue and I could focus on football but with too much free time on my hands, I needed something to occupy my mind since I don’t have school anymore. Not going to school is going to fucking make it hard to get drafted but I can’t go back there, everything reminds me of her.
Like clockwork my phone pings with a text like it does at eleven forty-two every day—the time Cody was officially pronounced dead.
Alexa
Did you know she wanted to star in Rita Ora’s film clips one day as a backup dancer? No, of course, you wouldn’t because all you ever fucking cared about was yourself. I hope to God her fucking death haunts you every second of every day, you piece of shit! I. Hate. You!
Scrubbing a hand down my face I release a loud exhale. Every day since the funeral, Alexa texts me something about Cody and then always ends the message with wishing me dead or hoping I’m in pain. Honestly, at the start, I hated them and felt like a right fucking cunt for how I treated Cody, but now, I love learning new things about her each day. It’s sick and twisted but it’s the only link I have to her.
I didn’t know that. She wouldn’t have been a backup dancer, she was far too beautiful and would have stolen the spotlight.
Her reply comes almost instantly.
Alexa
Go fuck yourself, also your car needs another paint job!
“Fucking hell,” I growl into the empty apartment. I don’t know how she found out I moved, but two days after I moved into the penthouse, Alexa showed up with a bat in her hand where I train and smashed the windshield of my new Maserati. I should have let the cops arrest her but the guilt of knowing it’s my fault that she is struggling and unable to live her life like she used to stopped me. She’s keyed my car, smashed the mirrors, tried to break into the penthouse, and slandered me online—Katie was able to remove all of that shit. The girl lives to torment me and I’m unable, or unwilling to stop her.
I’ll sort it, is there a color you prefer or just get the red touched up for you to ruin again?
I shouldn’t taunt her but Alexa is the only person who I want to speak to right now, I constantly blow off the others and only communicate through emails in regards to work. I know they are all worried about me and scared that I am going to throw any chance I have of being drafted, but the truth is, as much as I love the game and thrive off the need to be the best QB in the country, some of my focus has shifted from that goal and now I’m just stuck in a state of limbo wondering where the fuck I go from here. I know if I give that up, I will hate myself for it in a few years’ time, but then another part wonders if all the stress and pressure is worth it.
Alexa
Go fuck yourself pretty boy, I hope you break your arm!
Oh goodie, she must be warming up to me since she didn’t tell me to go die this time!
* * *
Training with Travis is brutal. He pushes me harder than I have ever trained before. The guy doesn’t push you to be an ass, he pushes because he can see the best in you and wants your full potential to be obtainable. My muscles ache in the best possible way. I used to detest ice baths but now they have become my saving grace. Travis is pushing me to sign up at the local college and join the team as their QB. The idea does intrigue me but I’m not ready topeopleevery day. I lean my head back and close my eyes as I wait for the fifteen-minute timer to count down, letting me know to get my ass out of the ice bath and head home.
“You’re good, Corvin.” I blink one eye open and stare over at Travis.
“Thanks,” I say closing my eyes again.
“That wasn’t a compliment.” I snap my eyes open and glare over at him. “You could be great but something is holding you back. I have a buddy over at Wake Forest College that is willing to put in a good word for you.”
Shaking my head I answer him. “I’m not interested–”
“Too late, their QB is injured and I told them you would be there first thing Monday morning, so sort your shit over the weekend and get your ass there first thing.” Before I can even argue or call him out for going behind my back, the asshole turns and leaves the fucking locker room, while I sit here stewing in my anger.
