“You’re being ridiculous right now.”
“No, you are,” she snapped back.
“Whatever.”
I shook my head, watching as she looked around.
“Where’s my phone?”
“I don’t know.”
“Were you looking at my phone too?”
“No,” I said. “You left it on the nightstand.”
I pointed to it. She walked over and grabbed it.
“I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Maybe we should take a break for a few days.”
She glanced up from the screen of her phone, her brow furrowed in confusion.
“I’m just saying I have a lot going on. With all this social media bullshit, I’m sure Coac
h is going to be up my ass. And you have class…”
“No, it’s fine,” she said, cutting me off. “Later, Austin.”
While I didn’t want her to leave angry, I said nothing as she opened my door and left. What the hell just happened? I wondered as I glanced around my room. Fuck her. Why am I still even messing with her when football was so important?
As I grabbed some clean clothes and headed to the upstairs bathroom, I told myself we were over. We’d had our fun, but it was time for me to move on.
In the shower, cold water rained down on my skin, cooling it. Images of her naked body flashed through my mind, but I pushed them aside. I had to take care of myself first.
TWENTY-THREE
Austin
My steel determination not to ever talk to her lasted a total of thirty-two hours. On Monday evening, I called her, ready to say anything to get her to come back over.
“Hey,” she said after answering.
“Brooke. How’s it going?”
“I’m fine. What’s up?”
“I miss you.”
“Funny, because I remember you saying you wanted to focus on your career.”
“I’m crazy, okay? You drive me insane. In a good way.”
“The cute kind of crazy, huh?”
“Exactly. You busy tonight? Everything going okay?”
“I’m fine. I have to work tonight. A half-shift.”