“Depressing as fuck, right?”
“Yeah. Why do we do this again, Scott?”
“Because we love the game, Tate.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and when I slide it out, Penelope’s name is on the screen.
“You should talk to her.” He pulls himself up before reaching back to help me to my feet, too.
He’s right. I should.
CHAPTER 26
Penelope
Idunno how much longer I’m going to spend messaging him without an answer before I give up.
At what point does it cross into pathetic?
I might already be there because it’s only been a couple of days of silence, but it feels like a fucking eternity.
Chasing guys is not my thing. And yet... I’m still sending Tate messages like if I just give him a little more time, he’ll come around.
I can’t delete his number because I know it by heart.
Can’t believe I let the girls convince me to keep pushing, to keep messaging, to not give him the chance to back down.
When my phone lights up, so does my disloyal heart, and I hate myself a little bit more.
Satan: If I say sorry for not replying for two days will you bring more smoothies?
Me: I see how it is. You only want me for my goodies.
I can almost hear his laugh from here. Assuming he still lets himself laugh, that is.
Satan: I miss your goodies, it’s true. But my request for the fruits of your labor is a ploy. The team hates me, I’m hoping your treats will keep them sweet. And since you’ll have to bring them over to the house, well, I’m hoping you’ll let me apologize to you in person.
I sit up on the couch before taking a long drink of coffee from the oversized mug on the coffee table.
Me: Apologize for what?
Satan: The list is long. Being a dick and pushing you away are the two biggies.
Satan: And for being so good at games that I repeatedly kick your ass. I should probably apologize for that, too. It’s not your fault you suck at games.
Me: I’m not going to rise to the bait, Satan.
Satan: I’m already up, She Devil.
This boy is shameless.
Me: Maybe if you weren’t such a dick, I’d suck your dick. Sucks to be you.
Satan: That’s a lot of sucking.
Satan: I really am sorry.
Me: I accept your apology. I know it’s not easy for you right now. But pushing everyone away just makes shit worse.
