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And I don’t care.
None of that matters.
CHAPTER 32
No Thank You
KELLEN
Sunday, December 29
It’s been two weeks since Lucy and I broke up.
After her last texts to me confirming the breakup on that day, she hasn’t responded to my messages. I guess I’d hoped that we’d continue our flirty banter and stolen kisses.
But nowI’vegotten the message.
Ava spent the night at my house on Christmas Eve, and Bri came over in the morning so we could both watch her open presents from us and Santa. I sent Lucy a Merry Christmas text. No response.
We’re over.
Everything else in my life has been great since Thanksgiving.
The Blizzard is on a winning streak, and I’ve been at the top of my game. Paul gave me aGood game, Basseyon Monday.
Savannah acknowledges me, but it’s not sketchy at all. There’s been nothing about me and her on any gossip websites. I’ll probably still keep my distance. I don’t want to create any new problems.
But there’s been no trade rumors posted about me or anyonefrom the team. I’m feeling optimistic that I don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’ve decided that I’m going to talk to Coach Jackson about my lingering concerns after the holidays, just to make sure.
“Hello? Kellie? Are you with us?” Lachlan snaps his fingers right in front of my face.
I shake my head and mentally return to the bar. “Yeah, yeah, sorry.”
“Then take your shot, mate.” Lachlan holds up a shot glass, and I clink mine to his and Atticus’s, knocking it back. “We have no game tomorrow, and then it’s New Year’s Eve. So relax a little.”
We got back late this afternoon from being on the road for the few days after Christmas. Lachlan and Atticus insisted we go out for drinks, and after I tucked Ava in bed at Bri’s house, I met them downtown.
Atticus sighs and shakes his head at me. I hate that he’s a daily reminder of my split from Lucy. His matching red hair and green eyes. I need to get over that—Atticus is my teammate and my friend, and he’s not going anywhere.
“What?” I say.
“Are you still all messed up from what I told you about Lucy?”
“Huh? No. I don’t even remember what you said.”
Atticus rolls his eyes.
“I’ll remind you, mate.” Lachlan slaps his hand on my shoulder. “She’s flying to England in the beginning of January to interview with her English soccer team.”
“You know, her dream job.” Atticus watches me, and I feel my right eye twitch under his assessing gaze. “The one she’s been obsessing over all season.”
“Good for her.” I shrug, attempting nonchalance, but it feels like I’m cringing. I found out from Atticus while we were traveling that she’d been invited to interview in person.
“Another round?” Lachlan says, pushing aside a shot glass to pick up his mostly empty pint.
I shrug, but more alcohol is the last thing I need.
“Save the table, we’ll get drinks,” Atticus says to me, following Lachlan to the bar.
