“I needed one fucking hour to just be by myself. You do realize you just took whatever privacy I had left and threw it out the window, right?”
“Okay, just calm down. Let’s talk about this for a second” August says.
I spin around, storming up to him. I have to physically hold myself back from slapping him across the face. “No. I will not calm down. I have the right to be pissed right now.”
“You’re right, you do have the right to be pissed, but can you sit down for a second so we can talk about this please?” Davis begs.
I take a deep breath and sit across the room from them, “you have five minutes to apologize and explain yourselves.”
“We were wrong, we shouldn’t have followed you,” August says.
I scoff, “obviously.”
He tilts his head, “but… we let our curiosity get the best of us. I know it was wrong, but we’re all curious about you Claire. We don’t know you very well, and we still have a lot of questions. I’m really sorry for what we did, and I promise to never violate your privacy ever again.”
“I feel awful, I’m sorry I didn’t respect your wishes. I’ll do anything to make it up to you” Miller adds.
“I hope you can forgive us, we didn’t realize it was going to be something so intimate. I would have never gone if I thought it was so serious.” Davis looks down at his hands, playing with the silver ring around his finger.
“I’m sorry too” Lucas says passively. Why is he so hot and cold all the time?
“We will never do it again” Blair finally chimes in.
I take a deep breath. I can understand them being curious, but being so raw in front of other people isn’t really something I do. Especially because these guys have no clue what I’ve been through.
“I forgive you, but for the love of god, when I say I need to be alone… I mean it.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have forgiven them so easily, but seeing the pain in their eyes and the regret in their voices was too much. I don’t ever want to be the reason why other people are hurting or upset, I’ve been on the receiving end of rage and hate… it sucks. I refuse to turn into my parents, I won’t cause unnecessary harm, I won’t hold a grudge, and Idefinitelywon’t be a hateful person. I can’t be the cause of someone's pain, I can’t be the reason why someone else cries.
* * *
We’re acting like nothing just happened, which I’m thankful for, I don’t want to be stuck in an awkward silence.
We’re playing Call of Duty, and I’m absolutely dominating. The guys aren’t bad but holy shit they aren’t good either. I laugh as I kill Davis for the eighth time,heisn’t laughing though, he looks like he’s about to punch me in the face.
He tosses his controller on the couch, throws me over his shoulder and starts spinning like his life depends on it before running over to the kitchen sink, “apologize for laughing at my misfortune or you get soaked.”
“Not a chance, I will never apologize for being better than you at video games.”
He bends down and puts my head in the sink, then turns the tap onto cold. I scream as the water runs down the back of my head, “Davis I swear to god I will fucking run you into the ground at practice tonight if you don’t get me out of this sink right now you psychopath!”
Everyone is keeled over with laughter while Davis puts me down and my wet hair flops in front of my face. I look like a wet fucking dog right now, and as I part my hair out of my face I storm over to everyone sitting on the couch. I shake my head, splattering water all over them. They scream and yell at me, but I don’t fucking care, they deserve it.
“Serves you right, if I’m wet, y’all will be too.” I instantly regret my words because of course the first thing that jumps into their dirty ass minds is something… well,dirty. “That’s not what I meant and you know it,” but it’s too late, they’ve already thought it and now I’m doomed.
“Claire wants to get us wet!” Blair laughs.
“She’s a nasty one, boys” Davis chimes in.
Fuck my life.
* * *
Tony leads the team in some passing drills while I grab some water, but I notice that he’s getting frustrated with the team cause they aren’t following orders or taking his advice. I skate over to Tony, grabbing the stick out of his hand and stealing the puck from Lucas.
“Give that back! I was in the middle of a drill,” he shrieks.
I get behind the net and move the puck back and forth, “y’all don't want to listen to direction? Maybe having me kick your ass’s will change your minds.”
