What if we break up and ruin everything?
“You’re quiet,” he comments once we get to his car. We climb inside and I pretend like everything is fine.
“Just not wanting to exhaust you even more with conversation,” I tease as an excuse.
“That’s true, having a conversation issoexhausting.” He quirks a small smile while starting the car.
He drives us out of the garage, bypassing fans that wait for some of the players to stop. Not to be a jerk, but I’m sure it’s for my benefit.
“When do you guys leave?” I ask, trying really hard to remain normal.
“Tomorrow afternoon, we’ll be gone about a week.”
“Are you excited?”
“Are you excited to go on your tours?” he counters.
“Yeah, at first, and then I can’t wait to come back home.”
“Same thing.”
“Good point.”
I don’t know why I feel so awkward; I think it’s just me because he’s acting completely normal and I’m the one here internally battling. I can feel his jersey on me, I look down at his hand resting on his thigh as he drives, and I want him to reach over to rest it on mine instead. He has before, friends do that.
I think.
I inwardly grown, turning to look out the window while we drive further toward the mountains on the way to my house.
The lights from the city become less the further away we get from Denver and more into the outskirts, and it isn’t long until we’re pulling up to my house. I send a quick text to my security team to make sure everything is clear. All the lights inside are still off from when I left. The porch light is on, but I know once I’m inside I’ll be completely alone in the large house. I never used to have a reason to feel scared or uneasy about being home alone. But there were some instances on tour, a fan getting a little too…excited about me. Some gifts and notes that would appear in my dressing room. My security stepped it up a bit and I’m sure I’m being overly paranoid. It didn’t even happen here, and my house is practically a fortress.
But I just don’t want to be alone.
Maybe it’s an excuse to spend more time with Grayson. Only because he’s my best friend. No other reason.
I get a text reply that it’s all clear. It doesn’t stop me from turning toward Grayson to ask if he wants to come inside with me, but he speaks up first.
“Want to hang out for a little bit?”
“I thought you were tired.”
He shrugs. “I’m never too tired to hang out with my best friend.”
I nod.Right.His best friend.That’s it.
CHAPTER 9
Grayson
Rae is acting weird.
I don’t know what it is. She’s being more quiet than usual and she won’t look at me. If she does, she looks away quickly.
Maybe I took it too far giving her my jersey to wear. Especially if she’s talking to some other guy. She wouldn’t,right?She’s wearing it and the sight has me struggling to focus on anything else. Including the road.
Once we get to her house, she’s still acting off, and doesn’t get out of my car right away. She sends a quick text and looks almost nervous. My mind immediately goes to if she’s talking to another guy, if he’s supposed to be here with her.
She just looks out the window at her house, and I don’t know what she’s thinking but I do want to figure out why she’s acting like this.
