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“Afraid so. She shrieked and everything.”
He let his head drop, and his words were muffled in his pillow. “Fuck. I’m such an asshole.”
I patted him. “Whatever. Ask her out next week and she’ll be fine.”
“Was she hot, at least?” he asked, contemplating the idea, and took a long sip of water.
I choked out a laugh. “Are you asking if the girl covered in your vomit was hot?”
“I didn’t score tonight, but I’m still ahead of you. What’s up with that?” He gave me an all-too-knowing look. “Unless you hooked up tonight?”
“Leave it.”
“So you’re just going to lose the Hunt?” He smirked, nosey bastard.
I took a step back and shrugged. “You and I both know I never had any intention of playing.”
“You could talk to her.” He slurred his words, taking him under.
I huffed out a breath, walked to my room, and leaned against the wall that connected with Piper’s. I slid down the wall, kicking my feet out in front of me, and let my head fall back. It nearly killed me to step away when she’d rested against my chest earlier. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and bury my face into where her hair fell over the curve of her neck.
Jax’s words circled my brain.You could talk to her.My stomach turned in on itself at the idea. I couldn’t handle it if her soft brown eyes turned hard when she finally heard what I’d done. If she hated me now, she would loathe me after.
Knowing she was on a date tonight drove me insane. Worst game of my life, and my coach definitely let me know. I was the fucking captain and couldn’t keep my shit together. But even the idea of her with someone else was like driving a knife through my chest and twisting it just for fun.
I groaned. The way she mentioned the Hunt like it was no big deal to pick someone else up, no big deal tobewith someone else, fucking gutted me. I couldn’t even look at another girl without feeling like I was betraying Piper. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t mine. I wasn’t ready not to be hers anymore, even if seeing her move on was fucking brutal.
Rustling came through the wall, followed by a low moan. I pressed my ear against it and shuddered when I made out her cries.
I pulled out my phone, pulled open the Grief Anonymous app, and sent her a message. I’d modified her name months ago.
Me: Alright I’m checking in that your date didn’t abduct you.
Her phone beeped on the other side of the wall, and I could just make out the sound of her sheets moving and what sounded like a hand patting the nightstand.
Killer: yeah, it was shit.
I was evil for how happy that made me. I got up and went to the kitchen, pulling out a mixing bowl, eggs, milk, cinnamon, and flour.
Me: That bad?
Killer: You have no idea. I’ll tell you about it all tomorrow.
The door opened down the hall, and I heard her soft footsteps before she rounded the corner. She startled before letting out a breath. “Jesus, you scared me.”
I swallowed, taking in her loose tank top that hung off her shoulder and her shorts that barely peeked out from under it. I cleared my throat and held up an egg. “I couldn’t sleep. Thought some food might help.”
She eyed me, and her brows pulled in before entering the kitchen area. “Can I help?”
“Sure, measure these out.” I passed her the flour, baking powder, and the recipe book.
She scooped it up, clearing the top of the measuring cup until it was smooth, and dumped it into a large bowl. She smirked up at me. “So, what happened in the game tonight?”
I groaned. “Saw that, did you?”
“You mean saw you get your ass kicked and have not one but three turnovers in one game?” She laughed. “Yeah, I saw that.”
“Damn, rub it in, why don’t you?” I cracked the last egg and tossed the shells into the trash before a slow grin curled my lips. “Weren’t you on a date?”
