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muttered.
"I'm not going to bother telling you what she said because a lot of it was BS, but I will tell you this. Jake knows she was here, he knows what she said and whatever it was, he thought it was funny. I know this because one of my buddies was there when Bianca told the story. Emma, Jake's not your friend. I think you should seriously consider getting away from him. He's a first class asshole. If you need a place to stay, I can help you find one. I know some people you can get in touch with."
He was still talking, but my mind had wandered off to what he'd already said. Jake knew? Not possible? And if he did, he wouldn't have laughed, not after everything that had already happened. Jake learned his lesson and wouldn't do it again. "Who told you this?" I asked, a chill coming over me. I didn't believe him. My reaction took Zach by surprise. Why would I believe him? Because he said so?
"A friend who was there with Bianca and Jake."
"So you weren't there. You're just going to believe someone who was?"
"He wouldn't lie about it. Emma, why are you pissed at me?"
"I'm trying to figure out why you would do this? Do you think if you sway me that I'll sleep with you or something? That you'll be my hero? Sorry, but I don't want to be another notch on your bed post."
His eyes grew wide. "What? Are you kidding me?"
He was good at feigning indignation but I wasn't falling for it. "Is this a game to you? Do you think it's funny? Jake is sorry for what he did and I seriously doubt this friend of yours heard him say anything at all. And I thought you were a good guy, but all you're trying to do is drive me and Jake further apart. Well, I'm not falling for it. I'm not that stupid."
"Wow! I don't know what just happened here. I guess I should have kept my mouth shut and let you continue thinking Jake is some saint. Anyway, I'm done with this conversation. One day you're going to realize I'm right, but for now you can go on hoping that one day Jake will see the light. Good luck with that."
He snatched his coffee and left.
~~~~~~~
I stewed all day and when my last class finished later that afternoon, I took the bus to the Taylor Tennis club. I'd joined a few weeks before, mostly because it was the closest to the apartment. The courts were well kept and the rates affordable.
I changed and was happy to see it was a quiet afternoon. I needed to get out my frustrations and the ball machine and an empty court were the perfect companions. I hit balls for awhile before an older woman, probably in her forties, came and stood alongside my court. Was my time up already? She watched me and I got a bit self-conscious. I hit a few more and stopped despite the machine continuing to spit balls at me.
"Are you next?" I called.
"You have another twenty minutes. I was admiring your forehand and your backhand, for that matter. You're pretty good."
"Thanks. I can quit now if you want the court," I said, trying to catch my breath.
"I was going to hit balls too. If you want, we could rally or play a mini game. I'm not nearly as good as you, but I'm sure you'll be kind to an old goat like me."
The thought of company didn't appeal to me, but playing against someone other than a ball machine was a nice idea. "Sure, why not."
We pushed the ball machine off our court and rallied for a few minutes which turned into more than an hour. Helen, my partner, was pretty good for her age. She had me all over the court, working up a good sweat and feeling refreshed. Zach, Jake and Bianca were the furthest people from my thoughts. Helen and I probably would have kept playing if it hadn't been for a group of four waiting for our court.
"You look familiar," she said, as we went into the change rooms.
"My dad has an antique shop in Pine Falls. Does that ring a bell?"
She shook her head. "No. What's your name?"
"Emma Andrews."
She nodded and smiled. "I remember you now. You were quite good, then all of the sudden you quit. Injury?"
"Sort of. My grandmother
"I'm not going to bother telling you what she said because a lot of it was BS, but I will tell you this. Jake knows she was here, he knows what she said and whatever it was, he thought it was funny. I know this because one of my buddies was there when Bianca told the story. Emma, Jake's not your friend. I think you should seriously consider getting away from him. He's a first class asshole. If you need a place to stay, I can help you find one. I know some people you can get in touch with."
He was still talking, but my mind had wandered off to what he'd already said. Jake knew? Not possible? And if he did, he wouldn't have laughed, not after everything that had already happened. Jake learned his lesson and wouldn't do it again. "Who told you this?" I asked, a chill coming over me. I didn't believe him. My reaction took Zach by surprise. Why would I believe him? Because he said so?
"A friend who was there with Bianca and Jake."
"So you weren't there. You're just going to believe someone who was?"
"He wouldn't lie about it. Emma, why are you pissed at me?"
"I'm trying to figure out why you would do this? Do you think if you sway me that I'll sleep with you or something? That you'll be my hero? Sorry, but I don't want to be another notch on your bed post."
His eyes grew wide. "What? Are you kidding me?"
He was good at feigning indignation but I wasn't falling for it. "Is this a game to you? Do you think it's funny? Jake is sorry for what he did and I seriously doubt this friend of yours heard him say anything at all. And I thought you were a good guy, but all you're trying to do is drive me and Jake further apart. Well, I'm not falling for it. I'm not that stupid."
"Wow! I don't know what just happened here. I guess I should have kept my mouth shut and let you continue thinking Jake is some saint. Anyway, I'm done with this conversation. One day you're going to realize I'm right, but for now you can go on hoping that one day Jake will see the light. Good luck with that."
He snatched his coffee and left.
~~~~~~~
I stewed all day and when my last class finished later that afternoon, I took the bus to the Taylor Tennis club. I'd joined a few weeks before, mostly because it was the closest to the apartment. The courts were well kept and the rates affordable.
I changed and was happy to see it was a quiet afternoon. I needed to get out my frustrations and the ball machine and an empty court were the perfect companions. I hit balls for awhile before an older woman, probably in her forties, came and stood alongside my court. Was my time up already? She watched me and I got a bit self-conscious. I hit a few more and stopped despite the machine continuing to spit balls at me.
"Are you next?" I called.
"You have another twenty minutes. I was admiring your forehand and your backhand, for that matter. You're pretty good."
"Thanks. I can quit now if you want the court," I said, trying to catch my breath.
"I was going to hit balls too. If you want, we could rally or play a mini game. I'm not nearly as good as you, but I'm sure you'll be kind to an old goat like me."
The thought of company didn't appeal to me, but playing against someone other than a ball machine was a nice idea. "Sure, why not."
We pushed the ball machine off our court and rallied for a few minutes which turned into more than an hour. Helen, my partner, was pretty good for her age. She had me all over the court, working up a good sweat and feeling refreshed. Zach, Jake and Bianca were the furthest people from my thoughts. Helen and I probably would have kept playing if it hadn't been for a group of four waiting for our court.
"You look familiar," she said, as we went into the change rooms.
"My dad has an antique shop in Pine Falls. Does that ring a bell?"
She shook her head. "No. What's your name?"
"Emma Andrews."
She nodded and smiled. "I remember you now. You were quite good, then all of the sudden you quit. Injury?"
"Sort of. My grandmother
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