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But, out loud, it’s obviously so much different.
“Excuse me?”
I can’t do this right now.
Pivoting, I begin to make my way out of the ice rink when Weston’s voice echoes from behind me.
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“Hollyn, we have practice.”
No, he has practice.
It’s about time he actually starts coaching these kinds and the parents now see the difference. Weston won’t be able to take credit for anything now that Reid is gone.
Gone.
“I quit,” I holler back as hot tears burn the back of my eyes, and I begin stomping toward the exit and the parking lot.
I shouldn’t be this upset. I knew exactly what everything was last night, but still…I would’ve thought he would have at least said goodbye to me. That last night meant I still had his respect in hand.
Not that I was just some random one-night stand that he quickly dipped out of.
I wonder how long he waited before he left that he decided he was going to pull this.
I’ve never felt resentment this strongly before. And I should go home, forget this ever happened, and keep it moving. There’s no reason why I should put in energy into something that just dropped me like a hot potato right now.
You just compared yourself to a vegetable, Hollyn. How far we’ve fallen here.
Halting in place, I stare back at my car. The same one Reid paid for when the mechanic screwed me over. When he kissed me and got me to shut up.
I’m feeling a little too petty for a drive home and the inner workings and plans about how I’m going to get past this.
How I’m going to forget him.
I’m heading to New Brunswick because I know he plans on being at the game tonight to root on his team.
So, then he can say goodbye to my face.
Besides, he owes it to me anyway.
REID
Ifucked up.
I’ve lost count of how many times.
I want to say that I should have never slept with Hollyn, but I can’t bring myself to do it. The night was nothing short of fucking magical, and when have I ever said that?
Never. That’s when.
The woman kept me up all night thinking about all the possibilities for our future, and it wasn’t her fault.
It was all mine.
I knew better than to touch her the way I did. I was fully aware that when I crossed the line, there would be no going back. It’s ruined. I fucked it up. My job—career—doesn’t allow me time for a girlfriend, a wife, or even a fuck buddy. Nothing that I have going on right now is built for another human being to bring into the mix.
