Page 101 of Spin The Bottle
“Are you lying to me right now?”
There’s no way out of this. I drop my fork, swallowing harshly when I look up at him and see him frowning at me. “Don’t be mad.”
He scoffs. “Great way to start,” he says, his eyes narrowing. “Who was that?”
I have to tell him. It’s been going on for way too long. “Remember when I said I had slept with one of your teammates freshman year?”
His jaw clenches and my heart starts to race. I hate that I’m doing this right now. “How could I forget?”
“He’s been texting me for a while.”
His jaw tightens even more, his fists curling up by his side. Before he can say anything, I hold my hands up. “I haven’t been answering, I didn’t even give him my number. I don’t know how he got it.” I shrug, hoping he believes me.
He takes a minute to breathe, his muscles tense as he leans forward. “You’re telling me one of my teammates who I’ve had practice with every day has been texting you while we’re together?”
Crap. I wince, fiddling with my hands. “Longer than that.”
His eyebrows lift. “How long, Leila?”
I lift my shoulders. “A few months?” His face turns to stone, I can see the new information running around his head.
“Who?”
That one word makes my stomach drop. I can’t possibly tell Aiden who has betrayed him, who has been texting me knowing we’re together. I open my mouth, shaking my head.
“Who, Leila?”
I press my lips together. I’ve kept this from him for way too long. I let out a breath, knowing this is going to destroy him. “Jordan.”
The silence cuts through me, settling over us as Aiden processes what I’ve just told him. “Jordan?” he repeats after a few minutes. “Jordan Wright?” He shakes his head. “No. No fucking way. Him?”
I don’t know if he doesn’t believe me or if he’s just in shock so I push my phone across the table. “You can check if you want.”
He rolls his eyes, letting out a sigh. “I’m not going to check your phone, Leila.”
“I don’t want you to doubt your trust in me.”
His eyes soften, staring into my eyes. “I trust you. You’re the only person I trust.”
My heart flutters at his words, knowing I’m the only person who truly knows him. But I won’t be able to relax until he knows the whole story. “Just check it, Aiden.” I flip over my phone, inputting the code and open the text chain—the one-sided text chain—from Jordan.
He lets out a sigh and picks up the phone, scanning the screen. I know what he’s going to find there. Endless texts from his best friend and teammate. Some of them talking about repeating the night we had, and others calling me every name under the sun.
“Motherfucker.” He drops my phone back onto the table, standing up and heading towards the door.
Panic washes over me when I realize he’s leaving. “Wait, please.” He halts at the door, turning around to face me. “Don’t leave. I’m sorry. I should have told you.”
He closes his eyes, his shoulder slumping as he grabs onto my face, running his thumb over my cheek. “Baby,” he croons. “You have nothing to apologize for. But I’m not letting him get away with this.”
“No. Don’t.” My tongue darts out to lick my lips. “It’ll just make it worse. It’s not worth it.”
When he looks at me, I see so many emotions running through his head. “You are worth everything.” He presses his lips against mine and in a matter of seconds, he turns around and leaves, closing the door behind him.
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One week
Jordan.
