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Tripp:Picture or it didn’t happen.
Warren:Swear! She’s probably still in there I didn’t see any cars out front when I left
Tripp:Holy shit haha this is a first. I bet it’s Hattie
Heston:Hattie Jo Murdoch?
Tripp:Whoops.
Warren:Oh shit.
Warren:It’s not Hattie. She wouldn’t be caught dead in the bunkhouse
Tripp:True. Maybe it’s that stripper that came over for your birthday party last year and put her number in Gage’s phone
Warren:Haha hell yes
I roll my eyes and pour black coffee into a Styrofoam to-go cup.
Gage:It ain’t a stripper and it’s definitely not Hattie. There’s no girl in my room.
Gage:I can handle the barns today, y’all are in the sprayers. And all the groundwork needs to be done this week.
Warren:Translation - there’s 100% a chick in your bed and you don’t want us to know who it is
Tripp:Boooo
Warren:Come on just tell us who it is. And why the fuck you let her stay in your room when I haven’t witnessed you do that since the day I started working here.
Gage:Get to work.
Tripp:Sir yes sir boss man
Gage:Don’t call me that.
Tripp:Defensive much?
Heston:How do you turn off group text notifications?
They can poke and prod all they want, no chance in hell am I admitting that I had a girl in my room last night. Let alone Warren’s sister. Nosy motherfuckers.
I know they’re just having fun giving me shit, but I think it’s deeper than that. When Tripp and I had our conversation the other morning, I know he was trying to get me to open up a little bit. Share some things. It’s been so long since we’ve all started working together and become friends that knowing things about each other seems like a natural progression. I just don’t have it in me to stop keeping the secrets that I’ve locked away.
Not only could it be dangerous for them as my friends, but it’s opening a door to a past that I want nothing to do with anymore. Haven’t for a while now. I came to Westridge to be a different person. Not the person I was expected to be. The person Iwantedto be. Living the life that Ichose for myself.
I had a problem in the past with relationships. I formed connections easily. Daily even. It wasn’t real though. Someone always wanted something from me. There was never a time that an ulterior motive wasn’t involved. Being friends with me was in some way an advantage to them. As soon as I didn’t have anything to offer that would benefit them, they would be gone.
I think my relationship with Blythe, albeit temporary and secret, is one of the most genuine ones I’ve ever had. In the past, girls never actually wantedme. They wanted what I coulddofor them. It was always about lifting their status, impressing someone else, or usually, money.
When I get to my truck, I turn the music up as loud as it can go and peel out of the driveway toward the barn. I need to keep myself busy today and stop overthinking everything. Stay the course. Don’t start thinking about why it’s shitty of me to be lying to my best friends. Stop wondering if this thing with Blythe could actually be real.
Realwould mean telling the truth.
Realwould mean never hiding anything from her.
But that’s impossible, and it’s for her own good. Maybe I’d have an easier time remembering that if I wasn’t putting her up on this pedestal in my head.
She’sjuststrikingly gorgeous. Lots of girls are.
