Hanging out with the guys right now is just what I needed. A distraction from my distraction. Does it really count though if every time I look at Chase I’m wondering what Abby is doing? I’m trying not to feel bad about what happened between us, because we both were into it, but there is this nagging voice in the back of my head. Chase has never done anything to make me question his loyalty and one green eyed brunette has me losing all sense of control. To be fair, the chances of something actually happening with her again are probably pretty low. She doesn’t strike me as a casual hookup kind of girl and I’m not really in the market for anything serious. She had a need the other day and I helped fulfill it. Plain and simple. She wants friends here and fuck, if that’s what I’ll need to be, I’ll do it. I’m friends with Mia, so how hard can it be to be just friends with Abby?
“Fucking sisters,” Chase huffs out as he looks at his phone and seemingly reads a text.
“What about fucking sisters?” Liam shoots back as he walks inside to the table where we’re sitting. “Is that allowed?” Chase glares at him and shoves his phone back in his pocket.
“No, the fuck it isn’t.” Chase rolls his eyes and I can feel my jaw clench tighter when he looks my way.This guy would fucking kill me if he knew I’ve tasted his sister.
After we finish eating, all four of us jump on for a quickCall of Dutygame. “Liam, I swear to God, I’m going to jump across this couch and knock you out.” Chase looks over at me and widens his eyes while Liam looks at the screen with a smirk on his face. Nate is back on his rampage from earlier. “Pay attention to who you’re shooting at.”
“Something going on, Nate? You need to get laid or what? Dry spell happening?” Nate looks over at me and gives me the finger. I hold back a laugh and Liam chimes in,
“Ford, you know what that means. It’s probably been weeks, months maybe.”
Liam laughs and Chase lets out an “Ohhhhh.”
Finally, Nate speaks up, “Fuck all of you. It’s a-a self-inflicted dry spell, for your information.” We all glance over at him before turning our attention back to the game.
“Self-inflicted… what does that even mean?” Chase lets out a laugh.
“I’m just choosing not to fuck around right now,” Nate answers before Liam pauses the game.
“What the hell, who paused?” Nate yells out.
“You and your bff Mia arguing or something?” Liam asks blatantly.
“What the fuck? No. Why would that even matter if we were?” Nate snaps back. We’ve all always wondered if there was something going on between Nate and Mia, but they both seem to always be doing their own thing, dating someone or in Nate’s case, sleeping with other people. So I’ve never thought much more about it.
Liam gives me a look and I decide to jump in before this gets much further. “Just a question, man. Let’s finish this game.”
As much as I love getting under Nate’s skin because he does this shit to me all the time, I’d rather not poke the bear any more than we have.
“Alright boys, I’m heading out.” Chase stands and walks over to me with his hand out for me to shake it. “Need to get home and see what kind of mess my sister and her best friend made in my living room tonight. When I left there was Mexican food and margaritas all over my coffee table and the picture I got of them in my old jerseys tells me they’ve had too much to drink already.” He rubs his neck and makes his way over to say bye to Liam and Nate.
I let out a breath of relief, at least Abby wasn’t home by herself tonight. I’m not sure why that makes me so happy, but it does. A smile escapes me while I’m lost in thought remembering how it felt to hold her in my arms.
“What are you smiling at?” Liam swats my arm. Not realizing I’m standing at the couch with a stupid fucking grin on my face thinking of Abby.
“Nothing,” I clear my throat. “I’m going to head out too. I’ll catch up with you guys tomorrow.”
I spent the better half of the night wondering what Abby was doing, which isn’t like me. I normally don’t give women a second thought. Call that being a dick, but it’s the truth. Being with a woman romantically isn't something I’ve wanted for a while. I’ve been enjoying my life as it is. Football, my friends, random hookups when needed, that’s what’s worked for me. But lately, I’m finding myself actually wanting to be around Abby, wanting to flirt with her and talk to her. It fucking sucks that she’s Chase’s sister. I know that means she’s off limits, but damn, if that doesn’t make me want her even more.
“That shirt is so cute on you, Ab!”
Summer pulls my arm as we walk through the parking lot. We are heading to the stadium for the football game today and I have to admit, there’s a nervous excitement coursing through me right now. I spent too long going back and forth in my head contemplating what to wear, but landed on my first choice anyway, the comfortable choice. I’m wearing a white crop top with the Tampa logo on it and I opted for skinny jeans with some distressing and a pair of converse shoes.
Mia is meeting us at the gate. She said she goes to most of the home games and since she doesn’t usually bring anyone with her, it’s usually just her and whatever buddies or family want to come.
“Thanks! I’d have to agree.” I shoot a smile in Summer’s direction as we walk. I see Mia up ahead and wave at her. “You and Mia are actually a lot alike, I think you’ll get along so well!”
I greet Mia with a hug and introduce the two of them. They exchange smiles and hugs and start chatting right away just like I figured they would.
“Okay, so you’re just Nate’s friend… who comes to all the games… and wears his jersey?” Summer has no filter and obviously needs to know everyone’s business.
“I know how it looks,” Mia says. “Nate and I… we’re friends. I’m not one of the masses of women who look at him with ‘fuck me’ eyes.” She laughs as she says that and Summer presses her lips together like she wants to say more but doesn’t.
Once we get into the suite, my jaw is on the floor. I’ve been to football games before, but I’ve never experienced one like this, I’ve grown accustomed to the nosebleeds. The view on the field is amazing, we’re at mid-field, staring right down the fifty yard line and I can see everything. The room is expansive with an open floor plan, massive TV’s on the walls and a fully stocked bar and bartender. These chairs are big enough for me to easily get a full night’s sleep, comfortably, if I needed to and don’t even get me started on the food they have set out.
“Holy shit,” Summer breathes out. “Is this always how it is?”
