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Everything was real.
Aiden’s words race through my mind, making me think of how he looked at me, begged me, desperately to hear him out. Could he… Was it real?
“I’ve got to go.”
A hand on my arm stops me and I look up at Jordan who’s got a grin on his face. “You know,” he says, looking me up and down. “This can all be fixed.” His eyes meet mine, filled with heat. “I could learn to forgive you.”
I nudge his hand off my shoulder and glare at him. “I’d rather fuck a hundred guys over you.”
He laughs and tilts his head. “Haven’t you done that already?”
I spin on my heels, push his front door open, and walk out of that house. My head spins, thinking back to the one guy I let go that meant everything to me.
Was he being real? Did he mean what he said to me? Does he… love me?
I pull my phone out, scrolling through the pictures that Jordan posted on social media. The comments are brutal, endless, and soul-crushing.
I can’t imagine what Aiden’s going through right now. I don’t even know If he would want to talk to me after everything. I was the one who made these pictures leak. His life is ruined because of me.
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Am I dreaming?
The first thing I hear when I walk into the living room is a little kid cursing at Grayson.
“Dude, you’re like ten.”
“Eleven actually, grandpa.”
Grayson snickers, turning his head when he spots me. “Hey, how are you?”
“Who are you talking to? Your mom?” The kid’s voice booms through the headset Grayson has around his neck. His eyebrows shoot up, a smirk on his lips.
“My friend,” Grayson replies.
“Oooh. A girlfriend?”
Grayson laughs, shaking his head. “Nope, a guy friend.”
“BOO.” Grayson winces when the kid’s voice bellows through the headset. “I’m off, you’re boring.”
The kid disconnects, leaving the game.
“I swear I’m never playing multiplayer again,” Grayson says, looking at me. “I’m terrified of kids.”
A scoff escapes me as I sit beside him. “I’m sure you were worse than him at his age.”
He laughs, running a hand down his face. When he turns to look at me, he squints, assessing me. “You did it, didn’t you?” he asks. “You uploaded the pictures.”
“Yeah.”
He nods. “You really think it’s going to help?”
I blow out a breath, fixing the cap on my head. “I don’t know.” It was the only thing I thought to do. “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “You took the fall for me freshman year and I just blew it.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t care about that shit. The only people I care about know who I am.” He lifts his chin at me. “What about you?” he asks. “What if everything else turns to shit?”
There’s a high possibility of that happening. But at this point, I don’t care about anything else. There’s one person in my head at all times of the day, it’s the only thing I care about. “I don’t have basketball anymore.” I lift my shoulders in a shrug. “I don’t have Leila. What else do I have to lose?”
