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Deciding against typing the whole ordeal out, I tap for a voice note and relay the entire experience.
Casey: Linc is so sweet.
“What?” I blurt.
Parker: Is that all you have to say about it?
Casey: I’m glad your foot is okay. I’m sorry you're in pain today, and it’s going to be a long day.
Casey: But Linc is really sweet for looking after you like that.
Parker: He’s an overbearing asshole who needs to butt out.
Casey: If you say so.
Guilt knots up my insides as I consider what to reply.
All my life, I’ve told my best friend everything…or at least, she thinks I have.
She doesn’t know it, but I have a very big secret that only one other person on this planet knows. And as guilty as it makes me feel for not sharing, I convinced myself long ago that keeping it was for the best.
Parker: I gotta attempt to get down to the bus. Wish me luck today.
Casey: You don’t need it, you’ll be the best trainer the team has, even with a dodgy foot.
Parker: Thanks. Have a good day.
Casey: Love you x
Sliding my cell into the side pocket of my leggings, I get to my feet with a wince and grab my bag.
I’m almost at the door when my cell buzzes.
Assuming it’s Casey again, I pull it free.
I quickly discover my mistake.
Storm: How’s the foot? Need any help?
Shaking my head, I put my cell back to sleep, shove it deep in my pocket, and continue hobbling out of my room.
“Oh shit, what happened to you?” Cole Hansley—aka Handsy—asks the second the elevator doors open on my floor to reveal him and Calvin Keller—Killer—occupying the small space.
“I had a fight with a shard of glass. It won,” I mutter as I join them.
“Let me take that,” Handsy says, unhooking my bag from my shoulder and throwing it over his, along with his own.
“That’s what happens when you agree to party with Brooke.” Killer laughs.
“I wasn’t even drunk. I stopped after three. It was stupid.”
“Do you need it looked at? I’m sure Eddie could?—”
“It’s fine. It’s been cleaned up, and the glass is gone.”
“Well, if you need it checked, just give him a shout.”
“I will. Thank you. Ready for today?” I ask, needing to change the subject.
