Claire, Chris and Craig have been by my side for the last two months, working with me to find something to help me get my depression under control. Each of them has been so patient, listening to what I have to say and hearing out my concerns like no one has before.
It still boggles my mind that I have one of the top professional hockey players in my corner. I honestly didn’t believe Claire at first when she told us they were related, but the more and more I see them interact, I also see the similarities between them.
Half the time, I’m speechless because Chris fucking Taylor is somehow in my orbit, the other half, I’m trying not to let the jealousy take over every inch of my being. Being an only child sucks. I wish I had someone like Claire or Chris growing up, I would have felt a hell of a lot less lonely.
But even though things were starting to look up, I woke up this morning feeling like I was being dragged underwater.
I want nothing more than to hide in my room and let every dark thought consume me, but I know the moment I see Sasha, everything will be better.
Me
We still on for today?
I feel like a fifteen-year-old boy again, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel, anxiously awaiting her response. No girl has ever made me feel like this. I hate it and love it all at the same time.
Pixie
Damn, I was hoping you’d forget… wanted to hide from the world in peace.
Today sucks.
1. I could never forget.
2. Want to talk about it?
I’m afraid my lips are sealed.
I chuckle at her response. She was a tough nut to crack, almost impossible, actually, but eventually she started to open up to me. She’s different than I originally thought. I mean, she’s still just as smart and kind, but there’s a sharp tongue on that girl, too.
When are they not? I’ll see you at 4, unless you want a ride?
Three little dots appear as she types out a response, but they disappear. Two minutes —and a half panic attack later— her response finally pops up on myscreen.
Sorry Johnny, I’m gonna have to take a pass on that one. See you in a bit!
I love that she calls me Johnny. Not Davis, or any other stupid nickname, just Johnny. It makes me feel special, like she sees there’s more to me than what’s on the surface.
But it also reminds me of the harsh reality that I’m living in.
The friend-zone.
She hasn’t given me the slightest clue that she thinks of me as anything more than that, while I look at her like she’s everything I could want in this world and more. My heart bleeds for this fucking girl, and I’m stuck in the god damn friend zone.
I wouldn’t give it up for anything though. It’s the best part of my day, and the only thing I think about when we aren’t together is when I’ll get to see her next.
Sasha Price has me wrapped around her finger, and she doesn’t even know it.
I turn the keys in my ignition, ready to leave when Claire comes running out of the house, waving at me like a bat out of hell. I roll down my window as she comes to a stop next to me, “what’s got you all in a panic, Clarity?”
“Are you heading to campus?” I nod, and her shoulders sag in relief. “Can you give me a ride? I got a call from Tony and he said that one of the locker rooms is flooding.”
For half a second, I forget that she doesn’t have a car, she wrecked it the night she came to find me, and guilt gnaws on my gut.
“Yeah, get in,” I tell her.
She’s never made me feel bad for what happened thatnight, and even though I’ve apologized and thanked her more times than I can count, she won’t let me help pay for a new car.
She keeps telling me that it’s fine, brushing me off in a way that tells me it really isn’t a big deal to her, but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped trying to find a way to make it up to her.
