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I push all of that aside, though, and grab the pen that is in front of me. The second that the barrel of the pen lands in my hand, everything else after that becomes a blur. I don’t know how I do it, but five minutes later, every single line has a signature on it.
“Congratulations, Blake Jacobi. You are officially a Dark Knight. Welcome to Chicago, son.”
Holy shit.
I did it.
I just signed my rookie contract. I’m officially in the NHL.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The first thingthat I do when I get home is let out a sigh of relief that Claire and Dana didn’t decide to live the bar early and beat me back here, because now I can have a good cry and not have my roommates questioning me about it.
I throw my bag down on the floor by the door, deciding that I will grab it later, and walk deeper into the apartment, feeling all types of emotions. I’m sad, sure, but I think both anger and frustration are overpowering it.
Am I angry that my relationship with Theo ended? Not really, I’m angry at how it ended and the fact that he thought that I was doing something with Blake behind his back.
Just because we spend a lot of time together doesn’t mean that there’s something going on with him. There isn’t and if there were, I wouldn’t be doing it behind my boyfriend’s back. If I wanted to be with someone else, I would have ended it with him way before anything else started. I’m not a fucking cheater, no matter how much Theo thinks that I am.
Besides, nothing will ever happen between me and Blake. Not again. No matter how much my heart wants to or even if I’m in love with him. I will never say the words out loud to him. I value our friendship too much to listen to that part of me.
I shake my head and walk over to the kitchen. I’m done seeing guys for a while. I don’t think I can handle someone else accusing me of cheating on them and then cheating on me in return.
“Fuck Theo and his wandering dick,” I grumble and start making myself a sandwich all while tears continue to run down my face. Tears of anger, not sadness
I contemplate calling Blake again as I sob and eat at the same time, but if he didn’t answer the first four time that I called him, he’s not going to answer the fifth. Whatever his surprise is, it must be big if his phone is turned off.
After my sandwich is gone, I feel like absolute shit. My heart aches, my head hurts and my eyes are angry with me for crying so much. I decide to go to my room and try to get some sleep. Maybe if I sleep for a few hours this horrible night will disappear from my mind and I will be able to concentrate on finals.
As I sit on my bed and just let the tears run some more, I hear a pounding coming from the front door. The only person that pounds like that is Blake and as much as I don’t want to see or talk to anyone right now, I get out of bed and sluggishly walk over to the front door.
Sure enough, when I look through the peephole, Blake’s curls are front and center.
Not wanting him to see that I’m crying, I back away from the door and start walking back to my room. Maybe if I pretend I’m not here, he’ll leave and I will talk to him tomorrow.
I’m pulled to a stop, though, when he pounds on the door again.
“C’mon, Soph. I know you’re home,” Blake yells from the other side. “I ran into Theo at the bar. I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls. But open the door, yeah? I have something to tell you and I don’t think I can wait until morning. Please. My news willmake up for me not picking up any of your calls, I promise.” He bangs his fist against the door again.
I wipe my face as best as I can as I walk back to the front door. If Blake sees that I’ve been crying, there is a chance that he will go crazy.
My efforts to hide my tears go out the door, thought, the second I open it and Blake quickly goes from having a bright expression on his face to having one full of concern.
“What happened?” he asks, walking into the apartment, while pushing me back so that he can close the door.I shrug. “What’s your surprise?” I ask with a little bit too much bite in my tone. There’s no reason for me to be angry with him since he isn’t the one that cheated on me.But for some reason my mind wants to take that anger out on someone and it looks like Blake is that person.
“I’ll tell you as soon as you tell why you’re crying,” he says, grabbing my hand and walking me over to the couch.
“Well, if you would have answered your phone, you would have known already,” I say, throwing myself on the couch and crossing my arms like I’m a child. And honestly I’m acting like one too, I can admit that.
“Cut the shit, Sophia,” Blake says, coming to sit next to me, looking at me with concern and annoyance. I would be annoyed too. “Now, tell me what is going on with you.”
I try to keep the tears at bay, but the second his last word makes it out of his mouth, the tears start flowing again.
Even through my tear-filled eyes, I’m able to see Blake’s jaw tick. He hates seeing me cry.
I control myself a bit and wipe my face with the sleeves of my sweater before I answer. “You saw Theo at the bar.” I state as if that is explanation enough as to why I’m a crying mess.
“Yeah, and?” His hands start to ball up to fists on his lap.
