She gets excited at the thought. “Oh, yeah it was a good one. I wasn’t there as Colton and I were going through a bit of a separation. One day at practice he told Brent something about wanting to be in bed with me and helost it.”
I sputter out a laugh, imagining the scene. The thought of Brent fighting like that is surprising, but knowing what was said to cause it makes a lot more sense.
“They’ve mostly gotten along since then,” she explains. “Now that Brent is retired and not his captain anymore, I think they’ll become besties.”
“Really?” I don’t hide my surprise.
“No. Definitely not, but it would be funny.”
I agree with her because the visual I have of Brent being “besties” with anyone is pretty funny. He may be cool with his teammates and even in a different type of relationship, but I know that’s purely because of how he feels about Chandler, not Matt and Vince. He’s head over heels for that woman, and it’s clear as day.
It’s the same with how Colton is with Brynn. Again, I think of the necklace around my neck, and maybe it’s even how Wes is with me.
CHAPTER 43
Bailey
It’sweird not having the constant feeling of guilt hanging over me. After I talked to Brent and Brynn I feel lighter, happier even. The thought of coming back to see them again doesn’t fill me with anxiety, and the thought of going home makes me a little sad.
Of course I miss Amity. My house, Sadie, and even Sutton. The one thing I don’t miss is that when we get home, Wes and I will go back to our own houses. I’m used to sharing a bed with him and having him around. I’m used to how things can be withus.
I hope that when we go back home it can continue like this, and doesn’t have to go back to how things were. We’re leaving the day after New Years, and I’m both looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time.
Vince, Matt, and Colton are back from their away game, and have a home one on New Years that we’re all planning on attending. I’m not particularly looking forward to it. I went to enoughwhen I was younger, but I’m trying to participate with my siblings.
We’re making plans for New Years Eve, even though I insisted we don’t have to do anything besides enjoy the last couple of days before Wes and I leave.
“I’m fine not doing anything, but we have to get fireworks,” Matt explains.
“No,” I almost shout. “No. Wes doesn’t do well with fireworks.”
Wes tenses next to me, and I turn to look at him, wondering why. He won’t look at me, just faces forward, jaw clenched and body stiff.
“Fine, no fireworks. But I’m at least getting sparklers. Evie will like them.”
I tune out the rest of the conversation, suddenly focused on how Wes is frozen next to me. He looks almost angry.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I whisper, but he ignores me.
He stands up stiffly and announces he’s turning in for the night. I continue to look at him as he walks away. I decide to follow him because I want to know what just happened.
When I get to the bedroom, he’s storming around as I shut the door behind me.
“What’s wrong?” I demand with my hands on my hips. The way he’s throwing around his clothes into his duffel bag alreadyhas me pissed off and ready for a fight. Especially because I don’t know what happened.
“Why’d you say that to them?”
“Say what? That you don’t like fireworks? You don’t?”
“You said I don’t do well with them, like I’m some fucking child that can’t handle them. I’m not a child, Bailey.” His tone is harsh and leaves me feeling both angry at the way he’s talking to me and nervous about how madheis.
“You’re mad because I care about your wellbeing?” I scoff.
“No, I’m mad that you think I’mweak.That you announced it to everyone. It wasn’t your place to say anything.”
“Okay, fine. I should’ve let you tell them, but I was just trying to look out for you. I’ve seen how you are with fireworks. I didn’t want that to happen again.”
“Yeah, you saw meweak.”
