“Dex,” she called after me as she zipped up her jacket. “I'm sorry... I'm just in a funny mood. It's not my week... month... semester.”
I almost laughed, but instead just nodded. “Understood. Just wanted to help but got the message.”
She toyed with the zipper tab and exhaled. “Sorry.”
I had no idea how her tiny body could handle so much stress and worry that I clearly saw eating at her. But it was evident she didn't want my help or company, so I didn't ask.
“No worries,” I offered her a smile instead of sympathy. I hated being a dick, but she looked like she needed to sort shit out on her own, and I honestly didn't feel like being shouted at. It was enough that she treated me like I was too weak and breakable. That pissed me off enough.
Suddenly, I was glad she said no to training me. The last thing my recovery needed was her looking at me like she feared me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rosalie
“I messed up so badly,” I muttered, holding a red solo cup in my hand and staring at the lukewarm beer. Gosh, it tasted like hot piss. Not that I ever tried it, but I could tell.
Daisy smoothed down her cute pink mini dress, which hugged her curves and held her cup as if her life depended on it. She didn't even drink a sip, and I hated myself for dragging her to a party when her eyes bounced all over the room looking for something bad to happen.
“What happened?” she asked, her green eyes finding mine and arching a brow.
It was unfair how pretty she was, with her curves at all the right places and her post-break-up weight loss.
I shook my head, not allowing myself to think negatively as I slammed the beer down next to the sofa we sat on. The frat party I dragged her to was hosted by one of Aaron's friends, and the whole soccer team was attending. Nothing bad could happen with my brother and his overprotective teammates lurking around.
“I was texting this guy,” I started, and Daisy laughed. “Didn't even tell you what I did.”
“Let me guess, he asked for a nude?” she giggled into her cup.
“Is that normal?”
“Yeah,” she grimaced. “I've sent so many pictures to my boyfriend... and he almost always threatened to show them to his teammates if I didn't do something I didn't want.”
“I'm sorry,” I muttered, reaching for her hand. Daisy shook her head.
“It's fine, therapy works and watching you stumble on the dating scene like a newborn deer is funny.”
“Glad my misery provides you entertainment,” I grinned at her. “I guess I shouldn’t send nudes?”
Daisy shrugged. “There really are no rules. I wouldn't send a nude to a guy I'm not dating or trusting. But I know many girls do. It's up to you to take risks.”
I contemplated her words. Not that I wanted to send a nude to the guy, but I met him last year at one of these parties, and despite being older, he was nice. We only recently reconnected when he reacted to my Instagram story. He also knew my brother.
But then the last thing I wanted was for my brother to see my picture.
“Nova, Nova!” Daisy shouted across the room and motioned Nova to come over.
She was the daughter of the soccer coach and had a very eccentric personality. She was a walking ray of sunshine all the time.
“What's up?” she asked, squeezing onto the sofa between us. She wore cut-off jean shorts and sneakers, keeping her look super casual.
“What's your take on sending nudes?” I asked her, making her laugh.
“Dating 101, don't send nudes.”
Daisy and I exchanged a look.
“Dating 102, block the guy after the first unsolicited dick pick.”
