some reason, I wanted to cry. Witnessing Emma moving on from me—not with Lewis, but with another man—was just too much. Lewis, I suppose, was just a lie to get rid of me. From where I was standing, it looked like she wanted to go out there and see other men. Possibly get more experienced with dating and enjoying others. I felt like a fool for believing that she and I could make it work.
Well, that was it. I was fucking done, too.
Me: You just broke me apart, Em. It took all my strength not to yank you away from him and keep you for myself. But what good would that do? You don’t want me. I guess I have to accept that, huh? I get it. The message is loud and clear. I’m not going to wait for you anymore. I guess good things always slip away. You were special to me, Emma.
After I was done, I reverted back to staring at the door. What was she doing right now? Where were they going tonight?
“Carter, hey!” Lindsey shook my arm. I blinked twice and ordered myself to snap out of the trance I was in.
“I’m good. You guys want to bounce and get some grub?” I asked my sister and Brody as they both looked at me strangely. Worried, would be the right word—but they shouldn’t be.
It was only pussy, right? This shit wouldn’t get me down.
I had said my piece and begged twice for Emma to consider us again, but tonight, she made her point, her choice. I wasn’t going to waste my time pining for someone, even if they were fucking explosive in bed.
There were dozens of women out there. Emma’s just one of many.
Are you sure about that? Then, why have you declined all the pussy platters that have been offered to you like a goddamn buffet, huh? My thoughts popped evilly out of nowhere, countering my confidence.
Okay, cool. Emma was special, I conceded. So special, in fact, that I hadn’t been tempted to stray for three months straight. That was a fucking record for me.
“I’m staying home. I’m not that hungry,” Lindsey replied.
“Lindsey! Come on, join us?” Brody begged my sister.
It was obvious that Brody wanted her, but Lindsey was keeping her distance. God knows what the fuck was going on with those two. If it were any other guy, I would have been worried. However, it was Brody, my childhood best friend and one of the only people I knew who was decent around here. I wouldn’t mind him asking my sister out as long as he treated her well, but if he fucked up, I would be the one he’d have to answer to.
“No, I said I don’t feel like going out, okay?” Lindsey snapped.
“Feel like going through In-N’-Out and then straight to Amanda’s party?” I asked Brody, but he was too engrossed in staring at my sister to hear me.
Fuck! Enough! I was getting sick of all this puppy-follow-you-anywhere shit. “I’m going to bounce. You two figure shit out,” I said as I closed the door shut.
Fuck it all! I’m going straight to the party.
Amanda Johnson was having a party at her parents’ mansion that overlooked the ocean in Carpinteria. It didn’t take me that long to get there and once I was inside, I felt a bit better. The place was in wild party mode—just my kind of style.
“Yo, bro! You going to try out for basketball since soccer season is over?” Dwayne Russo asked as he tapped my shoulder and shoved a Corona in my hand.
I downed the drink in one go and had a few shots of vodka before grabbing another beer. I needed to consume as much alcohol as I could to make myself numb so I could get through the night.
I wanted to forget everything and not feel shit.
I liked basketball, but my heart lay with soccer. I just might try out since it seemed like I need some kind of distraction. “We’ll see, dude. What’s been going on?” I looked around the vast lawn that sprawled towards the shore. People were milling about, laughing and drunk as fuck.
“Heads up, Amanda’s been asking everyone if you’re here. I guess you can say she wants to be your next candidate. You’re such a lucky
Well, that was it. I was fucking done, too.
Me: You just broke me apart, Em. It took all my strength not to yank you away from him and keep you for myself. But what good would that do? You don’t want me. I guess I have to accept that, huh? I get it. The message is loud and clear. I’m not going to wait for you anymore. I guess good things always slip away. You were special to me, Emma.
After I was done, I reverted back to staring at the door. What was she doing right now? Where were they going tonight?
“Carter, hey!” Lindsey shook my arm. I blinked twice and ordered myself to snap out of the trance I was in.
“I’m good. You guys want to bounce and get some grub?” I asked my sister and Brody as they both looked at me strangely. Worried, would be the right word—but they shouldn’t be.
It was only pussy, right? This shit wouldn’t get me down.
I had said my piece and begged twice for Emma to consider us again, but tonight, she made her point, her choice. I wasn’t going to waste my time pining for someone, even if they were fucking explosive in bed.
There were dozens of women out there. Emma’s just one of many.
Are you sure about that? Then, why have you declined all the pussy platters that have been offered to you like a goddamn buffet, huh? My thoughts popped evilly out of nowhere, countering my confidence.
Okay, cool. Emma was special, I conceded. So special, in fact, that I hadn’t been tempted to stray for three months straight. That was a fucking record for me.
“I’m staying home. I’m not that hungry,” Lindsey replied.
“Lindsey! Come on, join us?” Brody begged my sister.
It was obvious that Brody wanted her, but Lindsey was keeping her distance. God knows what the fuck was going on with those two. If it were any other guy, I would have been worried. However, it was Brody, my childhood best friend and one of the only people I knew who was decent around here. I wouldn’t mind him asking my sister out as long as he treated her well, but if he fucked up, I would be the one he’d have to answer to.
“No, I said I don’t feel like going out, okay?” Lindsey snapped.
“Feel like going through In-N’-Out and then straight to Amanda’s party?” I asked Brody, but he was too engrossed in staring at my sister to hear me.
Fuck! Enough! I was getting sick of all this puppy-follow-you-anywhere shit. “I’m going to bounce. You two figure shit out,” I said as I closed the door shut.
Fuck it all! I’m going straight to the party.
Amanda Johnson was having a party at her parents’ mansion that overlooked the ocean in Carpinteria. It didn’t take me that long to get there and once I was inside, I felt a bit better. The place was in wild party mode—just my kind of style.
“Yo, bro! You going to try out for basketball since soccer season is over?” Dwayne Russo asked as he tapped my shoulder and shoved a Corona in my hand.
I downed the drink in one go and had a few shots of vodka before grabbing another beer. I needed to consume as much alcohol as I could to make myself numb so I could get through the night.
I wanted to forget everything and not feel shit.
I liked basketball, but my heart lay with soccer. I just might try out since it seemed like I need some kind of distraction. “We’ll see, dude. What’s been going on?” I looked around the vast lawn that sprawled towards the shore. People were milling about, laughing and drunk as fuck.
“Heads up, Amanda’s been asking everyone if you’re here. I guess you can say she wants to be your next candidate. You’re such a lucky
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