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Authors: Amber Garza
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he’s glaring at Chase. Is he jealous?
Nah, that’s not his style.
Probably just worried Chase will ruin our plan.
“Um...I’ll have the veggie omelet,” I finally say.
“Not a meat lover, huh?” Nolan jokes, and he and Josh roar with laughter.
My stomach sours. What am I doing here with them?
Chase doesn’t laugh. I avert my gaze from the table, hoping to discreetly peek a glance at Hayes, but his booth is empty.
Great. I don’t even have an audience anymore. What’s the point?
I almost leave then, but think better of it. In order for this to work, everyone has to buy it. Even Josh’s friends. Therefore, as painful as this breakfast is going to be, I have no choice but to keep my butt planted on this seat.
JOSH
An ice cold bucket of water.
That’s what I need. It’s the only way my body temperature will return to normal. Ever since that scorching kiss, I’ve been burning up as if my insides are on fire. I was stunned when Talia grabbed my face and smothered my lips with hers. It was angry and raw, and, honestly, the best kiss of my life. She was clearly upset by the crack I made, but I was just messing with her. It’s what I do best. Mess with people. Usually they seem to like it. At least my friends do.
Talia doesn’t seem to be a fan.
However, I don’t regret my words. Not if it resulted in that incredible kiss.
I’ve always known that Talia is competitive. Our relationship is based on it. But when we kissed, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it than just that. It felt real. It felt like it meant something.
Since there aren’t any stray buckets of water lying around, I order the next best thing. A glass of ice water. Then I gulp it down like I’m a dying man in the desert.
Talia gives me a funny look as she continues to pick at her omelet. She’s only eaten a couple of bites, and I can tell she wishes she could leave. Her eyes keep flickering to the door as if she’s formulating a plan for escape. It shouldn’t bother me. This isn’t a real relationship. It’s all for show. And with Ashley and Hayes gone, there’s no one to show. Still, it stings that she’s behaving like it’s a chore to be here. It drives home the fact that her enthusiasm during our kiss had nothing to do with me. It was all part of the game.
And that should be fine with me. It’s what I want, right?
Right.
Of course.
Then why does it feel like I’m trying to convince myself?
“What are you talking about?” Chase’s loud voice pulls me from my internal thoughts. “I was throwing gas at the last practice.”
Nolan snorts. “Are you sure you don’t mean that you had gas.”
“Screw you, Nolan. At least I didn’t let that ball fly right by me at third, allowing a runner to score.”
“Nah, you were too busy walkin’ guys,” Nolan teases.
Talia squirms uncomfortably in her seat. Normally I couldn’t care less if the girl I’m with is riveted by our conversation or not. In fact, in the past I’d be right in the middle of this little debate. And if I were to do that, I’d side with Nolan. So he made an error. He’s usually on. Sure, he sometimes makes some bad decisions that cost the team, but for the most part he’s a great third baseman. Chase, on the other hand, has been having a hard time replacing Cal, and it’s becoming worrisome.
But for some reason, all I care about is getting Talia out of here. Maybe it’s because I know how unhappy she is about being here. Or maybe it’s because she only came here to parade in front of Hayes, but she stayed after he left.
Whatever the reason, I touch her arm and lean over to whisper in her ear, “Wanna get out of here?”
Relief sweeps over her face, and she nods.
I toss some money on the table. “We’re gonna take off.”
The guys say goodbye while Talia and I slide out of the booth. I notice Chase checking Talia out as we make our way to the door. She does look good this morning. Smells good too. Like vanilla or
Nah, that’s not his style.
Probably just worried Chase will ruin our plan.
“Um...I’ll have the veggie omelet,” I finally say.
“Not a meat lover, huh?” Nolan jokes, and he and Josh roar with laughter.
My stomach sours. What am I doing here with them?
Chase doesn’t laugh. I avert my gaze from the table, hoping to discreetly peek a glance at Hayes, but his booth is empty.
Great. I don’t even have an audience anymore. What’s the point?
I almost leave then, but think better of it. In order for this to work, everyone has to buy it. Even Josh’s friends. Therefore, as painful as this breakfast is going to be, I have no choice but to keep my butt planted on this seat.
JOSH
An ice cold bucket of water.
That’s what I need. It’s the only way my body temperature will return to normal. Ever since that scorching kiss, I’ve been burning up as if my insides are on fire. I was stunned when Talia grabbed my face and smothered my lips with hers. It was angry and raw, and, honestly, the best kiss of my life. She was clearly upset by the crack I made, but I was just messing with her. It’s what I do best. Mess with people. Usually they seem to like it. At least my friends do.
Talia doesn’t seem to be a fan.
However, I don’t regret my words. Not if it resulted in that incredible kiss.
I’ve always known that Talia is competitive. Our relationship is based on it. But when we kissed, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it than just that. It felt real. It felt like it meant something.
Since there aren’t any stray buckets of water lying around, I order the next best thing. A glass of ice water. Then I gulp it down like I’m a dying man in the desert.
Talia gives me a funny look as she continues to pick at her omelet. She’s only eaten a couple of bites, and I can tell she wishes she could leave. Her eyes keep flickering to the door as if she’s formulating a plan for escape. It shouldn’t bother me. This isn’t a real relationship. It’s all for show. And with Ashley and Hayes gone, there’s no one to show. Still, it stings that she’s behaving like it’s a chore to be here. It drives home the fact that her enthusiasm during our kiss had nothing to do with me. It was all part of the game.
And that should be fine with me. It’s what I want, right?
Right.
Of course.
Then why does it feel like I’m trying to convince myself?
“What are you talking about?” Chase’s loud voice pulls me from my internal thoughts. “I was throwing gas at the last practice.”
Nolan snorts. “Are you sure you don’t mean that you had gas.”
“Screw you, Nolan. At least I didn’t let that ball fly right by me at third, allowing a runner to score.”
“Nah, you were too busy walkin’ guys,” Nolan teases.
Talia squirms uncomfortably in her seat. Normally I couldn’t care less if the girl I’m with is riveted by our conversation or not. In fact, in the past I’d be right in the middle of this little debate. And if I were to do that, I’d side with Nolan. So he made an error. He’s usually on. Sure, he sometimes makes some bad decisions that cost the team, but for the most part he’s a great third baseman. Chase, on the other hand, has been having a hard time replacing Cal, and it’s becoming worrisome.
But for some reason, all I care about is getting Talia out of here. Maybe it’s because I know how unhappy she is about being here. Or maybe it’s because she only came here to parade in front of Hayes, but she stayed after he left.
Whatever the reason, I touch her arm and lean over to whisper in her ear, “Wanna get out of here?”
Relief sweeps over her face, and she nods.
I toss some money on the table. “We’re gonna take off.”
The guys say goodbye while Talia and I slide out of the booth. I notice Chase checking Talia out as we make our way to the door. She does look good this morning. Smells good too. Like vanilla or
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