Still a little dazed by the ordeal, I turn to face the field and my eyes find Easton’s. He saw the whole thing, and by the looks of it, he’s pissed.
My heart sinks. I want to tell him it’s not what it looks like, that we’re not together, but I can’t. All eyes are on me in this stadium, and thanks to that little stunt, now the whole damn school thinks I’m dating Roland.
Fuck!
Easton turns away, and my stomach fucking twists.
With nothing else to do, I head back up to the bleachers.
“What the fuck was that!?” Aria snaps when I sit back down.
“I don’t know,” I hiss. “I was asking if he was okay, then he said he knew something that could make him feel better. Icouldn’t hear him well, so I leaned in to hear better, and he kissed me! I didn’t ask for it.”
“The whole damn school saw.” Aria groans.
“Easton saw.” Taylor looks upset with me.
“Hey.” I lean in so the people around us can’t hear me. “Don’t you give me that look. I didn’t mean to upset him. But he doesn’t have the right to be upset. He’s the one running from me, not the other way around,” I whisper-hiss.
“Do you want to be with Roland?” she asks me, narrowing her eyes.
“No,” I growl.
“Do you want to be with Easton?”
“I don’t know.” I sigh. “It’s not that easy, okay? We have a lot of history.”
“You need to let Roland know there's nothing going on between the two of you. Not for any other reason other than it’s leading him on and it’s not fair to either of you,” Aria tells me.
“I know.” I sigh. “I know. And I will.”
I have to. I just wish I did it before he kissed me in front of the whole damn school. I know we’ve been seen together in public, and I could see how people would think we’d be dating, but this is on a much bigger scale.
For the rest of the game, I feel like shit. Our team wins, but I noticed Easton played more aggressively after Roland was taken out of the game.
I could tell he was upset, but why?
Why is he so damn pissed? If he has an issue, he should talk to me. If there’s a reason that he’d be upset to see me with another guy, then he needs to say something.
Even if he did, would it matter?
Do I want him to care?
I already know the answer. I do. I hate that I like that he’s jealous. I hate that I loved the way he got pissed when he foundout I was going to sleep with Roland, and instead he claimed me for himself.
This whole fucking thing is messy. Too messy for my liking.
Why do I have such bad luck with my love life?
Why do I want the broken boy who has brought nothing but chaos to my life, when I could have had the sweet guy who would be good for me?
Because that broken boy was once your everything. Because that broken boy is also a kind, loving man, a good friend, a good soul.
Because that broken boy has owned your heart since you were thirteen, and there’s not one person on this earth who could take that spot from him.
Am I staring at Easton? Yes. Does he know I’m watching him? Also yes.
But this time, he can’t hide from me.
