Dain Chambers. One Hundred points . . . for taking my virginity.
So that's how everyone found out. My whole dignity splashed out on a fucking website for everyone to gawk at.
I didn't think he knew. I never told him that was my first time. I just wanted it gone and he seemednice.
I scoff loudly.You're great at making decisions Ivy.
I wipe the tear that slips from my eye and look up, seeing people begin to leave the arena, packing themselves away in their car and driving off while I stay right here.
Harlow walks past my car, her arm entwined around Dains' elbow and for a second, they look my way. Their lips turn down in a mockery of a frown. I sink further down in my seat.
I look back at my phone, fingertips white from the harsh grip I hold it with and look at the other entries.
My stomach drops as I scroll.
Of course there’s a site like this.
Of course, men keep score.
I should have known better.
Most of the entries are anonymous, but every now and then I catch the persons name who submitted it.
Tears blur my vision as the reality of it all hits me.
Was it all a lie? Did any of it mean anything? Or was every secret kiss, smile and action another tally mark to boost his stupid male pride. I thought Asher was different then Dain.
It was all a lie.
I throw my phone onto the passenger seat, burying my face in my hands.
All of Asher's and my trysts might not be on there yet but I doubt it'll take long for him to add them. Climb his way up the leaderboard just like he climbed his way into my bed, my thoughts, my fuckingheart.
The stupid organ aches, the pain clawing its way up my throat.
After a few moments, I gather enough composure to drive home, the weight of betrayal heavy in my chest.
Once in the driveway, I sit silently, summoning the courage to confront Asher. I need to hear it from him, need to understand ifanythingbetween us was real.
Or if it was all just some fucking game to him, some challenge he set himself.
I sit in the driveway for only ten minutes before cars start pulling up, music pumping and I scowl. I guess the team won, and Leon is a throwing a party.
Just then my phone dings with a message from Leon, telling me exactly that and apologizing for the late notice. Saying he's finishing up with the team at the rink and then they'll be over.
I don't bother replying to the message, restarting my car and backing out of the driveway before I get blocked in, starting the drive to Asher's house before I detour and drive back to the arena.
The team will still be there, Leon said as much.
I sit in my car and watch as some of the team start leaving. I know for a fact that Asher will stay back and clean up, he always does as team captain.
I watch my brother walk out, Justin beside him but I'm too busy watching the door to really take notice of them and then finally I see Coach leave.
I slip from my car and shut the door, walking back into the building and towards the locker room.
The door is heavy when I push on it and it slams behind me as I enter. Asher's head whips over his shoulder, hair wet from the shower and only a pair of dark blue jeans on.
He holds a grey shirt in his hands but drops it as he notices me. I walk towards him but stop near the lockers opposite him.
