Bennett is helping his mom at her bookstore, so I decided to get in a good workout, grab something to eat, and then shower before heading to work.
I’m starting to worry myself with how needy I’m feeling. All I want to do is see Bennett, text him, talk to him. I miss him, and I just saw him this morning.
How did I go from hating him to being crazy about him?
Because you never actually hated him. Just hated that you loved him.
Now I see how stupid that was.
I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my past, ones I can’t change. But I won’t be repeating them.
I’m not going to let fear fuck this up between us, not again. I won’t be the reason, and I won’t let my asshole of a father win.
He’s taken enough from me. Not this, not Bennett.
Work is pretty chill tonight. More people here to drink versus to eat, so the back is pretty dead.
When I have nothing to do, I head out front to see if I can help Cooper.
“Hey.” I nod. “Need any help?”
“Actually, yeah. Could you bring this tray of shots over to table ten?” he asks, placing two more shots down on the tray.
“Yeah, sure.” I nod.
With the tray in hand, I head over to the table, only to realize most of the guys at it are on my team. Fuck.
It’s not that this job is a secret. I’m just not close enough with most of my team for them to know my personal life.
“Easton.” Liam grins. “What brings you here?”
I hate this guy. I really fucking do.
“Work here,” I mutter, placing the tray down on the table. “Mostly in the back. Just helping out.”
“Huh. Nice.” He nods. “You like the cook or something like that?”
“Something like that.”
“Sorry to hear about you and Taylor.” He gives me a fake sympathetic look. “It must be hard to lose a bombshell of a girlfriend. Don’t worry, some other guy will make her happy.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Paul, one of my teammates, says. “Not cool, man.”
“What?” Liam laughs. “I’m just joking. So, what happened between the two of you?”
Is it unprofessional to punch him in the face at my place of work?
Probably, still doesn’t mean I don’t want to.
“Nothing. With me going to the NFL and us graduating, it made more sense to end things now. We’re still best friends. We’ve just grown in different directions.” Like the fact that we don’t have the parts the other wants.
“Don’t mind him. He’s just salty and pissed that he really doesn’t have a chance at getting back together with Bennett.”
At the mention of his name, my stomach drops. “What do you mean?”
“Saw him and Roland being all cozy. I guess they really are together.” Liam grumbles, taking a shot.
“Where?” My heart sinks. I thought he was going to let the guy down. Did Roland somehow get him to change his mind?
