Page 112 of Spin The Bottle
“I didn’t mean to hurt her.” My eyes drop, the excuse too weak to hold up. I didn’t mean to. But I did. “I was trying to protect my future.” I close my eyes, tipping my head back. “I just didn’t realize what I was giving up at the time.”
“You didn’t know?” Grayson asks, making my eyes snap open. “Because I’ve got to say, I’m having a hard time believing you would use her like this just for your own personal gain.”
“Fuck no.” My head shakes. “The bastard only asked for her number at the start and I thought… what’s the harm?” I shrug. “She didn’t even like me back then. It was an easy thing to do in exchange for not risking my future here.” I blow out a breath. “But now, if I knew…” I let my words trail off knowing they mean nothing.
It’s too late to change what happened. The only thing I can do is either hope she forgives me and realizes I wasn’t lying about us… Or let her move on without me, even if it kills me.
“I don’t know what to do,” I admit, my shoulders slumping. “She won’t talk to me.” I shake my head, remembering how she barely looked at me in the gym. “She can’t even look at me.”
He blows out a breath. “You fucked up. I’m not going to lie.” His lips twitch when I glare at him. “But there must be something we can do.”
I peer at him. “We? I thought you were pissed at me,” I say.
He huffs out a laugh. “I was. But Rosie doesn’t seem to think you hurt her best friend on purpose.”
“I wouldn’t.” My hands drop. “I would give everything else up for another second with her.” Nothing is worth losing her. Nothing. Not even basketball. “Fuck.” My head snaps up. “That’s it.”
“What is?”
“That’s fucking it.” I grab the can from the counter, drinking the rest of it. I throw it in the trash, heading out of the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“I have to go.”
“Aiden. Don’t do something stupid.” His voice rattles on as I head for the door.
Too late.
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Nothing else to lose
My phone rings in my hand, Grayson’s name flashing on the screen. I tuck it into my pocket as I push the door open. I find him right away sitting on the couch, lip locked with some girl. I whistle, getting his attention, and he rips his mouth away from her, eyebrows furrowing when he sees me.
“The fuck do you want?” Jordan asks.
“Release it.”
His brows deepen. “What?”
“The pictures,” I clarify. “Release them.”
His eyes widen when he catches on to what I’m saying and whispers something to the girl, setting her aside and gesturing to the stairs with his head.
I follow him upstairs, the urge to pull him down and beat his ass so fucking strong.
“Are you out of your mind?” he yells when we reach his room.
“You want the captain position, right?” His eyes look at me uneasily. “Then release them.”
“Why now?” he asks skeptically. “You were so hellbent on doing whatever I said to keep it hidden.”
I glare at him. “Because it doesn’t matter anymore.”
He shakes his head, looking at me with confusion. “All for some pussy?” He scoffs.
My jaw tightens, my fists curling up by my side, knowing I can’t hit him. “Release the fucking pictures,” I grit out.
