Page 48 of Hitting the Goal Line
After about a minute, one of them breaks the silence.
“I think he went to the bathroom,” he says, giving me a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
Okay, why are they acting so weird?
Completely done with this interaction, I give them all a nod and walk away from the table and head in the direction of the bathrooms.
I make it down the hallway, and because nobody is waiting for the bathroom, I lean against the wall and wait for Theo to hopefully come out soon. With my luck, he has already walked out and is back at the table with his friends.
I stand there for a good minute or two, before I start thinking about just walking back to the table with my friends, when one of the bathroom doors open.
At first, I think it’s just a random guy that frantically opened the door, but then it clicks in my head that it’s Theo.
Not only did he open the door frantically, but everything about his facial expression looks like he just saw a ghost. His eyes are wide, his mouth is popped open and his skin looks pale.
I’m about to ask him if he’s sick, but then I see a flash of blond behind him.
The bathrooms at Lucky’s are single stalls so there’s no reason for someone else to be in the bathroom with him. Unless…
Unless he took someone in there with him.
My eyes stay on the figure behind him and when it turns ever so slightly to hide behind Theo’s body, that’s when I see that the figure is actually a pretty blonde.
Tears start to form in my eyes as I let them travel down the length of my boyfriend’s body. His clothes are all out of place, and his jeans are popped open, with the zipper down.
It looks like Theo was having a little fun in the bathroom with a girl that isn’t me.
“Sophia,” he says, coming out of the bathroom fully and closing the distance between us.
I sidestep him, not wanting to be touched by him.
“You’re cheating on me?” I ask, my voice shaking in the process. Here I was thinking that I was hurting him by being distant, when in reality it was him doing the hurting all along.
“I can explain,” he says, reaching for me again, and again I step out of his reach.
“What’s to explain? You were just in a bathroom, at a bar I might add, fucking some girl. There’s nothing to explain. The picture is load and clear,” I say, a small tear escaping the corner of my eye. I don’t even move to wipe it away.
As I stand there in front of him, Theo’s face shifts. He goes from being apologetic to alright mad.
“You’re one to talk.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, feeling my blood start to boil.
“It means that the reason I was in the bathroom fucking some girl, is because you were going behind my back and fucking Jacobi.” He punches the wall right next to my head, causing me to jump a little.
“What are you talking about? I’m not sleeping with Blake,” I yell out. He can’t blame his indiscretions on me.
“Sure, you are. I see the way you look at him. You two are always together. How many times have I walked in on you two all alone in your apartment? Don’t fucking deny it, I know you’re fucking him.” He almost spits the words out at me.
“Just because you may think that I look at him a certain way or because we’re always together, doesn’t mean shit. I’m not sleeping with Blake. Whether you want to believe me or not, that the fucking truth.” More tears are down my face. I may not have cheated physically, I may have done it emotionally. But what Theo did is crossing the damn line. I look away from him and see the girl that he was just with, poking her head out of the bathroom, watching the whole thing. I’m done. “Continue having fun with your side piece. I’m done. We’re done.”
I walk away from him without a second thought or glance. I head back to the table, but find it empty, guessing that my friends probably went to get more drinks or are out on the dance floor enjoying themselves.
Not wanting to ruin their night, I grab my bag and head out.
Thank God I thought about catching a ride to the bar tonight, because no way am I able to drive. Not with the few drinks I snuck in, but also with my emotional state. I feel like bursting into tears and I don’t think I would be able to do that while manning a steering wheel.
Before calling for a car, I dial Blake’s number and hope that he’s finished with whatever he is doing and can come pick me up. But the call doesn’t even ring, it goes straight to voicemail.
