“Did I hit you at all, Dylan? Shit, I’m so sorry.”
“No,” I reassure her. “I’m okay. I swear.”
“Shit,” she pulls away. “Fuck. I didn’t see you. One second you weren’t there, and then you were. Are you okay?”
I hold her shoulders. “I’m fine. Are you okay?”
She allows herself to cry, and then she hides her face in my chest. “I’m sorry. I was on the phone.” She takes a step back. “That could’ve been so bad.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, if you hit me with your car? Shit, that would be so bad.”
She punches my shoulder, and I’m surprised when I see her laughing through the tears.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Who were you talking to?”
She huffs. “My best friend, Alix.”
“Ah, you do have friends?”
She closes her eyes. “I can’t believe I almost just hit you. I need a moment.”
“Wanna sit in my truck, so we don’t freeze to death?”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not that cold.”
I glance down at her attire. “You’re not dressed for the cold.”
I walk to my truck and open the passenger door for her. “Welcome to my crib.”
She looks at me like I’m crazy. “Like a baby crib?”
“Sure, yeah. This is my baby crib.”
It’s great she’s no longer crying, but she looks depressed. I quickly get into the driver’s seat and check my phone out of habit.
Scott’s calling me.
“Shit, give me a second,” I mutter to her.
I answer the phone, and his voice blares over the speakers. It would be awkward to take him off, so I melt into my seat and let Scott talk.
“Dildo, where the fuck are you? You’ve been M.I.A. today and yesterday.”
“Told you, man, I’m at the gym.”
“Why the fuck are you at the gym when we go to the gym after practice?” he snaps.
Cecily looks over at me with judgmental eyes, and I sigh, breaking eye contact.
“I’m going to be ripped in a few weeks, and then you’re going to ask me who my trainer is. Watch.”
Cecily smiles.
“You’re so fucking weird,” Scott says. “I don’t believe anything you say. You don’t need a fucking trainer, Dylan. Seriously, where the fuck are you? Are you fucking Layla again because I swear to God, brother, I will ring your fucking neck like a chicken slaughterhouse.”
I tried cutting him off at“Are you”, but he just kept going. “No, no. Scott, will you fucking cut it out, man? I’m not fucking anybody. Remember, I told you that I’m taking a break from all that shit right now.”
“What?” Scott says. “No way you said that to me.”
