Page 143 of Biggest Player
Dex:
I know I messed up. I really do. But I want to explain. Face to face.
Me:
As much as ILoveit when you beg, I don’t think there’s anything you can say that will change how I feel right now. The entire situation is so fucked up, pardon my French.
Dex:
You are owed an explanation. I did a shitty job last night—I was caught off-guard and an idiot. Please. One chance to explain myself. Ifyou still feel the same way after, I’ll leave you alone.
Me:
Why should I believe anything you say? How do I know Trent didn’t put you up to this too?
Dex:
My knee-jerk reaction is to say, “Trust me,” but I know you don’t. And that makes me feel like a bag of shit. I wish you’d believe me when I say Trent has nothing to do with me wanting to ... make this right.
Me:
Make this right. Ahh. Well. If all you’re going to do is apologize, I can save you the trouble and the drive over. I can forget this happened and we can go on with our lives andPretendthis never happened.
Dex:
I see what you did there.
Me:
Thanks, I was laying it on pretty thick. And I love a pun.
Dex:
So you’re teasing me now, does that mean your ice is thawing and you’re willing to hear me out????
Me:
MyIce???
Dex:
You know I don’t have a way with words! Cut me some slack, I’m a football player not a poet. Jeez. I say stupid shit—A LOT of stupid shit
Me:
Okay, you’re right. You don’t have a way with words. I can’t fault you for that.
Dex:
Thanks.
Me:
I’m just not sure seeing you is a good idea.
Dex:
Because I’m your kryptonite and you might accidentally want to make out despite yourself???
