Anger, bitterness, sadness.
After we talked more, he understood where he went brutally wrong. He was able to take full accountability, even if it was hard to admit.
“The last thing we talked about was him wanting to get together with Avery—to talk.”
“What do you think he meant by that?”
“I’m not sure. I’d like to think it’s to clear the air, but I’d be stupid to forgive everything that happened so easily and ignore the fact that he may still have feelings for her. Might want to win her back or some shit. But if that were the case, I don’t think I’d be ready to face it.”
My insecurities told me that even though he seemed to understand how he fucked up, he could still be putting on an act—faking it all.
“Has he tried to reach out to her?”
“Couldn’t tell ya. After we got off the phone, I told him I’d reach out after I had some time to figure shit out with Avery. But I can’t get her to answer a single text.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you came to me then.”
“Fuck, why does that worry me so much?”
Jayson smirked. “Don’t hate me.”
Huh?
Before I could wipe the confused look off of my face, Jayson was already calling across the bar to grab Colton’s attention.
“Colton!”
“You rang, pretty boy?” He sauntered over with a grin that matched Jayson’s.
I hung my head in my hands, shaking it while Jayson tried to“save the day”or whatever bullshit he was up to.
“Yeah, what are the chances you have one of Avery’s pretty little friend’s phone numbers?”
“Depends. What’s in it for me?”
I chuckled under my breath at Colton’s response.
Jayson pulled out his wallet. “Something tells me you’ll like my wallet just as much as you like Daddy’s.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
I couldn’t let this go on any longer. What were we, fucking twelve?
“No. No need for anyone’s wallets. Just?—”
“Trust me, man. This will work.” Jayson blocked me out with his elbow.
Slamming a Benjamin on the bartop, my best friend eyed the one-hundred-dollar bill, then lifted his gaze back up to Colton.
“That it?” Colton crossed his arms, letting him know his help would be worth more than that.
When Jayson stacked another bill on top of the one already there, all I could do was shake my head at the antics.
“That’s more like it.” He took the money off the bar and slid it into his pocket. “Blonde or redhead?” he asked.
“Blonde, of course.”
Typical hockey player.
“If she asks where you got her number, don’t tell her it was from me.” Colton raised his eyebrows with seriousness written all over his face.
