Page 52 of Heart of Gold
“You have to go, Grayson. Please.”
He nods, and pulls the door closed behind him.
As soon as it clicks shut, I let out the sob I’ve been holding back.
Not because I’m sad he’s gone, but it feels like we broke up all over again. All those emotions, all that pain. It just slams right back into me. The same feelings from months ago, exceptnow I know the truth. There’s no wondering why. There’s no confusion.
He lied to me.
I dry my eyes and take a fortifying breath. I didn’t think I’d go to the game earlier today, and honestly the thought of Grayson being there isn’t exactly helping. Not to mention I don’t have my sassy little roommate at my side. But Gavin will be there, and something about him pulls at me.
For some reason when I talk to him, my chest feels lighter.
I feel like everything is okay.
Blowing out a deep breath, I look into the bathroom mirror. I grab a makeup brush and go to work. My hands shake with nerves as I try to put my mascara on, and there's an unpredictable rhythm of thumping in my chest.
I’m really doing this.
An hour later I’m staring at the stadium, contemplating running back to my dorm.
chapter twenty-one
Gavin
I check the bleachers every chance I get, scanning every girl in the stadium for Quinn. She didn’t seem like she would come, but a part of me still held out hope.
The game drags by in a slow torturous manner, especially when we are down by two touchdowns and I can’t go in. The crowd is furious and shouting things at the sideline, but they have no idea what’s going on.
In every pre-game interview, Collins and I responded the same.
No comment.
There’s four minutes left in the fourth quarter when Levi nudges me with his elbow. He nods his head toward the student section, and I see Quinn leaned against the concrete wall of the tunnel that leads to the bathrooms.
“She’s looking right at you,” He whispers.
I take her in. Her hair is wavy, her jeans are ripped, and a simple black Golden Eagles t-shirt clings to her body.
She’s gorgeous.
The way the clock sounds off in the stadium is deafening and breaks my stare. When I turn back around, it’s a mass chaos of people and she’s gone.
I pull my phone from my pocket and type out a quick message to Quinn before walking to meet with the team.
Meet me at my truck. I parked over near the student center.
“The game is over,” Coach starts, his voice stern and booming at us with passion. “This game is over, but this season? This season has just begun. I know y'all are pissed. I’m pissed, but I need more from you, from all of you. I expect you all to step on this field and play football. You need to want it, and you need to work together to achieve it. This team is capable. You are all capable of greatness but you aren’t going to get there on one man’s back. We get there together, as one team.”
Kind of ironic if you ask me. The eagle is a solitary bird, but here we are hoping for a miracle.
The team heads to the locker room, and I head out to my truck. The guilt from the loss covers me like a blanket when I hear the whispers from fans.
Quinn is leaned against the bed of my truck, her ass perched on the bumper and her phone in her hand.
The closer I get, the more nervous I become. She’s not a stranger by any means but she’s not exactly someone I’m completely comfortable around. Especially since I spent the most amazing day with my head buried in her pussy.
What if she quickly decides that she doesn’t want to hang out with me, and what happened on the cruise was actually what we said it was?
