“You can follow them, Gray.” I turn away from him. “I don’t care.” He laughs, but there’s no humor in the hollow sound. “I know you don’t care. You’ve made that abundantly clear.” What the hell does that mean?
“What about her best friend? I heard she’s still single,” Zeke, another baseball player, says. “Not for long.” I don’t recognize this voice and quirk my head toward the small pool.
“You do,” the delusional asshole says. “That’s why you’re upset with me after all this time. You want to hate me so badly, but I know you, Rory. Better than you know yourself. You still love me.”
“Eddie,” he croaks out. “This is my—” I pull Jaxon from his lap and plop him onto my hip. “Karla. We established that. I’ve got to get back to Jules, but it was nice meeting you, Karla!”
Girl let him talk. He needs to tell you that’s his sister
“I’ve always thought my eyes look like mud. Chocolate if I want to give it a prettier comparison. Green eyes are unique. Blue eyes are beautiful. Brown eyes are so… normal. Boring sometimes.”
It twists and churns nauseatingly until I finally have to break the silence and tell him the truth. Something I realized long ago, but haven’t admitted out loud. “I…” I swallow hard. “I don’t care about the Brain Bowl.”
Okay yall are so stupid and dramatic. Yall 21 acting like this??