Page 109 of Spin The Bottle
“Don’t get mad,” she pleads, placing her hands on mine. “I live with him, Leila. I had to talk to him about what he did and… I don’t think he did it on purpose.”
I sigh, wanting to bite the bullet and ask her how he’s doing, but I shake my head instead. “I heard what Jordan said, Rosie. The asshole waited until I left class and pulled me aside and told me everything. How he told Aiden to kiss me at that party, he told him to get my number, to sleep with me, all to get back at me for rejecting Jordan. How could that be an accident?”
She lays her head on my shoulder. “Why would Jordan be honest? Didn’t he lie to Aiden about texting you?”
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, shrugging. “That could have been another lie.” But as I say the words, I don’t know if they’re true. “Aiden could have been in on it.”
“I don’t think so,” Rosie says. “The guy is miserable.” She lifts her head off my shoulder, glancing at me. “He hasn’t left his room. He hasn’t worked out, hasn’t eaten, hasn’t talked to Grayson.” A frown paints her lips. “He’s just as heartbroken as you.”
I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “None of it was real.”
Rosie sighs, laying her head back on my shoulder, not saying another word. She looks around the floor at the empty packets laying by our feet. “You did it again,” she whispers, quietly. “You promised me you wouldn’t do it again.”
I shut my eyes, tears filling my eyes. The reminder of Rosie catching me binging in high school a painful image. I spent so long trying to fix my issues and in a couple of weeks, I’ve ruined all progress. “I’m sorry.”
She snaps her head up, her lip quivering. “I’msorry.” She shakes her head. “I should have been there for you more.”
“You haven’t left my side, Rosie. There’s nothing more you could have done.”
She lifts her pinky at me and I let out a breath, knowing what she’s going to say. “Never again.”
I nod, wrapping our pinkies together. “Never again.”
“You come and talk to me, or Gabi or Madi.” She frowns. “We love you, Leila. We’ll do anything for you.”
I nod, attempting a smile at my best friend. I know she’s there for me, and I know what I did was a mistake, but I didn’t even think about it. It was almost instinct. My stomach screams at me, pain racking through my body. I look around at all the wrappers on the floor. I didn’t even realize I ate this much.
When I wince, she looks down at my hand pressing against my stomach and lifts off the floor holding her hand out, beckoning me to take it. “Let’s go,” she says. “We’re going for a walk. Get your shoes.”
I groan. “I don’t want to leave.”
She shrugs. “Remember when you ripped my curtains open and forced me to get out of bed?” she says, eyes glimmering as she smirks. “This is revenge, baby.”
I roll my eyes, picking myself off the floor. “Grayson’s a bad influence.”
“Yeah,” she says, smiling. “But I like it.”
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Too late
I don’t know what I’m doing here.
I’m not even sure if I’m still part of the team or if I’m going to lose my place here, so the gym is the last place I should be.
I should be getting my spot back on the team, I should be finding a way to get Jordan to drop this whole thing, but instead, I’ve spent the last week buried in bed with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. Just the reminder that I royally fucked up. I was winning. I had the best thing in my life right there in my arms, and I fucked it all up.
I’ve always liked working out, exerting all my energy into what I’m doing, and if it means I’ll focus on something else for a while, it’s worth a try. When I get on the treadmill and the speed picks up, my legs feel the pain of laying in bed all week and I let out a curse, blowing out a breath. Fucking hate running.
It’s not working.
I can’t think of anything but her.
I miss her so much. I took the time we had for granted. I thought this was just the beginning, that I’d have forever to be with her, and hold her and kiss her, but I was so wrong. And now I’ve lost her.
I lift my head, shaking all thoughts out of my head. Fuck, heartbreaks suck. When I look up my heart stops and I tear my headphones off when I see a familiar brown ponytail swinging in front of me.
Fuck.
