Page 104 of Bad Crush
“I know that he’s your brother, but come on, we all know that Adam doesn’t do second chances. Trust me. We’re over.”
“What can we do? Do you want to go to the track and run it out?” Dakota asks. I find it amusing that her plan for getting over heartbreak is exercising it out of her system.
“Or we could go to the wineries. Wine and sunshine, a little fresh air.” Ah, sunny Ginny.
I love these two, but there’s nothing they can do to make me feel better, and I don’t feel like faking it for their benefit.
“Thanks, but I have to be at rehearsal in an hour.”
“Did you get your part back?” Dakota asks, a note of hope in her tone.
“No.”
“Wait, what?” Ginny asks.
I shake my head. “I screwed up.”
“Can’t you call in sick? You look sick.” Dakota smooths a hand over my hair.
“No. I need to do something. Get out of this apartment and try to function. Besides, the show is this week, and every rehearsal is crucial. Even if I’m no longer a crucial member.”
I still can’t believe I lost my part. There will be other shows, but it stings. I worked so hard, and I was excited about doing something different, proving I’m more than a pretty face that can recite a few lines.
“Shouldn’t you be at the game, anyway?” I ask Ginny, looking at the time.
“Eh, Heath can manage one game without me.”
I quirk a brow. She’s wearing his jersey and has blue and yellow ribbons tied to the end of her braids.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay. I’m here for you.”
“Go. I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?” She uncrosses her legs to stand.
“Positive. Get out of here.” I smack her on the butt as she gets to her feet. I love how excited she is to go cheer on her man. It even makes me feel the tiniest bit better.
“Text me if you need anything.” She waves as she leaves the apartment.
“You’re not going?” I ask Dakota after Ginny’s gone.
“No. I’ve had enough hockey for one weekend. Do you want to order food before your rehearsal?”
“I’m not hungry. I’m going to take a long shower.”
“Okay, well, I’m going to grab lunch, and then I guess maybe I’ll stop by the game for a bit since you have rehearsal, but text me as soon as you’re done.”
“I will,” I promise.
Even though I really don’t want to be there, I get to rehearsal ten minutes early. I’m in the back helping pull props when Mila gets there.
“Hi,” she says tentatively. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. You are doing a great job.”
“Still.” She offers me a small smile. “What if I forget all my lines and mess up the entire show?”
“You won’t. I’m not going to let you. Come on, let’s get you ready.”
