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I know I’m being irrational, but she’s touching him, her hand squeezing his bicep, and he doesn’t seem to care. He hasn’t even looked in my direction once.
So much for giving him a good luck kiss. The whistle blows, indicating the game is about to start.
My pride is hurt, but so are my feelings. Since we’ve been together, I’ve never felt a shred of jealously. He’s teased girls, mostly friends, but it’s never done flirtatiously. Only in good fun. And most of the time, I’ve been there to witness it.
I listen to Cole finish kissing Willow before whispering something in her ear that makes her giggle. It makes me envious.
Since finding out another girl was found missing, I’ve craved a hug from him, to feel safe and loved.
As Cole rushes out onto the field, meeting his coach in their huddle, my eyes turn back to CJ, watching in horror as the girl wraps her arms around his neck.
A girl who is wearing his damn name and number.
The hug doesn’t last long, but it’s long enough for our eyes to meet over her shoulder. His face scrunches up with confusion as he watches me. Even when he pulls back slowly from her embrace, he doesn’t look away.
I shake my head, hoping he can see the hurt his actions have caused. I don’t know this girl. She could be an ex or someone he slept with before me. If the roles were reversed, I know he wouldn’t be happy.
Tears sting the back of my eyes, but I don’t let him see them, instead turning back to my friend, ignoring the howls coming from his teammates, gearing up to start.
“I’m sorry, but I need to go. I’m not feeling very well.”
“Are you sure?” Willow asks, pity filling her eyes.
I lower my gaze. “Yeah, I’m going to call my dad, see what he’s up to.”
“Want me to come with you?”
“No, I’ll be fine. Enjoy the game, you two.” I’m about to pick up my bag from the little huddle we made under a bench behind us, when I remember Becca’s crush. “Hey, Becca, where’s the guy you were telling us about?”
She blushes, glancing away from the field. “Um, he’s number twenty-two.”
I glance around the field until I spot his number, my eyes widening when I see the size of him.
Shit, he makes CJ and Cole look like midgets.
I whistle through my teeth. “Holy shit! He’s fine.”
“He looks like he could crush buildings with his pinky finger,” Willow states, her eyes round.
Becca giggles, ducking her face into her scarf. I grin, glancing back at my best friend in the whole world.
“I’ll see you at home. After I’ve called Dad, I’m gonna finish my homework.”
“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit. Do you want me to tell CJ anything?” Her voice is hesitant, quiet.
Pain fills my chest as I turn back to the field, wincing when I see one of the opposing players rush him and take him to the ground with a loud thud. The girl from earlier starts shouting abuse, defending CJ, like she has the right, and that hurt grows a little more.
“No. He probably won’t even notice I’ve gone,” I whisper, before picking my bag up and leaving, ignoring her calls to wait.
CHAPTER TWELVE
By the time I make it back to our block of flats, I’m soaked, sweating, and wishing Willow and I wasn’t still sharing a car. When we have our own, it will save us a lot of hassle when we need to be in two different places.
I’m no longer hurt by CJ’s actions; I’m angry. I should have walked over and said something. I’ve seen how all the girls react around him. They have no boundaries, and CJ, ever the gentlemen, would never embarrass them by calling them out. It’s another thing I love about him, but sometimes, I wish he could let them down gently or just remove himself from the situation completely.
When we’re together and a girl goes too far, he’ll put his arm around me and kiss me, showing her, he isn’t interested. Most get the picture, others… not so much.
It’s all that dark tanned skin and muscles. You can’t say no. It would be like me saying no to sweets, which would happen… never.
