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worse, the fact that she bailed, or feeling like I’d done something horrible to her to make her act that way.”
“Have you called her?”
“Stupid question” I said, digging my foot into the dirt. “Of course I’ve called her. Before I even dialed her number I knew she wouldn’t answer, but I thought it would be worth a shot.”
He took a pull from his bottle. “Well give her some time—some space. That’s what Mel always tells me when I piss her off. She’ll be back.” He sounded so confident. I wasn’t buying it, though. I knew Brooklyn wouldn’t come looking for me. If I wanted any answers, I’d have to look for her, and I wasn’t ready to do that yet. I absolutely refused to go running to her like a lap dog. I’d already called her and now the ball was in her court.
I set my beer down on the wall and walked into the cage, pulling back to take a swing. I’d maneuvered my body into this position many times through the years. Scott and I were very competitive as kids. Who could hit the hardest, who could hit the furthest; you name it and we probably competed for it. After Scott lost his leg, I think he felt like he had something to prove. He never admitted that, but it was there. He never wanted pity and he made sure he didn’t give people a reason to feel sorry for him. I respected his drive. His determination.
“So what did happen?” Trev asked, taking a sip of his brew.
“There isn’t much to tell. Her and her friend, Alex, went to the restroom and when they came back, Brooklyn was ready to go. There was no talking to her. No nothing. Just her dismissing me, and I still don’t know why.”
“That’s fucked up. But I gotta ask, why is she so special Logan? What makes her so unique that she has you out here throwing a shit-fit and tossing 'em back?”
“She’s just…different. When you meet her” —because I was determined it would be when — “I guess you’ll see why. She’s not all pretentious. She’s just normal. She doesn’t see the money, the flashy lifestyle, any of that.” There was no real way for me to express how Brooklyn made me feel. How everytime she spoke, her voice grabbed my heart. On some level I knew she was it for me.
I shook myself free of my internal thoughts to finish answering Trev’s question. “ She’s a complete 180 from Ash.” I turned to look Trev in the eye. “And I really needed her to be, too.” On the outside, she was broken…damaged. But I was too. Brooklyn didn’t care what other people thought about her because she would always remain true to herself. She wouldn’t let anyone else win or take that away from her. She was grounded in herself. I would rather have the grounded and beaten version of Brooklyn than a plastic or fake variation of another woman any day.
“L, you’re getting mushy right now. You’ve got to get a grip. You guys are just in an argument. This is all normal. This shit will pass. The day she starts hating the sound of you breathing, you know you have a problem” he said, laughing, “But It doesn’t sound like you’re there yet man, so I wouldn’t worry. She’s just throwing a hissy fit.”
“I hope to hell so, man,” I replied.
“So L, other than that, how did everything else go in the land of the rich?”
“You’d know if you actually attended the fundraiser event once in a blue moon” I said, pointing the bat at him. But I was just giving Trev a hard time. He absolutely hated charity functions just as much as I did. The difference was that he wasn’t in my shoes. He wasn’t trying to atone. He just did whatever the hell he felt like, no boulder of guilt crushing his shoulders. There were many days I wished we could change places for one day, so I wouldn’t have to walk around with the guilt, the burden.
“L, you know that’s not my scene” he said, bringing his bottle to his lips. Another ball came flying out of the machine, and I wacked it. “So that makes your third ball of the
“Have you called her?”
“Stupid question” I said, digging my foot into the dirt. “Of course I’ve called her. Before I even dialed her number I knew she wouldn’t answer, but I thought it would be worth a shot.”
He took a pull from his bottle. “Well give her some time—some space. That’s what Mel always tells me when I piss her off. She’ll be back.” He sounded so confident. I wasn’t buying it, though. I knew Brooklyn wouldn’t come looking for me. If I wanted any answers, I’d have to look for her, and I wasn’t ready to do that yet. I absolutely refused to go running to her like a lap dog. I’d already called her and now the ball was in her court.
I set my beer down on the wall and walked into the cage, pulling back to take a swing. I’d maneuvered my body into this position many times through the years. Scott and I were very competitive as kids. Who could hit the hardest, who could hit the furthest; you name it and we probably competed for it. After Scott lost his leg, I think he felt like he had something to prove. He never admitted that, but it was there. He never wanted pity and he made sure he didn’t give people a reason to feel sorry for him. I respected his drive. His determination.
“So what did happen?” Trev asked, taking a sip of his brew.
“There isn’t much to tell. Her and her friend, Alex, went to the restroom and when they came back, Brooklyn was ready to go. There was no talking to her. No nothing. Just her dismissing me, and I still don’t know why.”
“That’s fucked up. But I gotta ask, why is she so special Logan? What makes her so unique that she has you out here throwing a shit-fit and tossing 'em back?”
“She’s just…different. When you meet her” —because I was determined it would be when — “I guess you’ll see why. She’s not all pretentious. She’s just normal. She doesn’t see the money, the flashy lifestyle, any of that.” There was no real way for me to express how Brooklyn made me feel. How everytime she spoke, her voice grabbed my heart. On some level I knew she was it for me.
I shook myself free of my internal thoughts to finish answering Trev’s question. “ She’s a complete 180 from Ash.” I turned to look Trev in the eye. “And I really needed her to be, too.” On the outside, she was broken…damaged. But I was too. Brooklyn didn’t care what other people thought about her because she would always remain true to herself. She wouldn’t let anyone else win or take that away from her. She was grounded in herself. I would rather have the grounded and beaten version of Brooklyn than a plastic or fake variation of another woman any day.
“L, you’re getting mushy right now. You’ve got to get a grip. You guys are just in an argument. This is all normal. This shit will pass. The day she starts hating the sound of you breathing, you know you have a problem” he said, laughing, “But It doesn’t sound like you’re there yet man, so I wouldn’t worry. She’s just throwing a hissy fit.”
“I hope to hell so, man,” I replied.
“So L, other than that, how did everything else go in the land of the rich?”
“You’d know if you actually attended the fundraiser event once in a blue moon” I said, pointing the bat at him. But I was just giving Trev a hard time. He absolutely hated charity functions just as much as I did. The difference was that he wasn’t in my shoes. He wasn’t trying to atone. He just did whatever the hell he felt like, no boulder of guilt crushing his shoulders. There were many days I wished we could change places for one day, so I wouldn’t have to walk around with the guilt, the burden.
“L, you know that’s not my scene” he said, bringing his bottle to his lips. Another ball came flying out of the machine, and I wacked it. “So that makes your third ball of the
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