Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

Ithought I fucked up the night I broke Huckslee’s arm, but that was child’s play compared to this. Because I fucked up. Tonight, I did something so despicable and unforgivable that I’ll spend the rest of my life hating myself for it. The minute I saw Huck’s face when he realized I’d opened the curtain, I wanted to take it back. To change it. Rewind time to that night in the pool or when I kissed him on the track; rewrite our fucking stars because we can’t come back from this. I know I’ve lost him. With that one look, I felt whatever thread of fate that connected us obliterate, shredding my heart in its wake. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’d been so blinded by rage, by jealousy at his lips on someone else and the fucking scholarship, that I hurt him in the worst way possible. Worse than anything I’ve ever done. I’m racing out into the crowd, hollering at Christian to give me his fucking keys before booking it toward the parking lot. There’s a rising panic in my bones, warning bells blaring at me that something is really wrong, and I need to get to Huck quickly. Pulling out my phone, I intend to call him to apologize, beg him for forgiveness, and plead with him not to hate me when a text from an unknown number catches my attention. Unknown: Hello Taylor, this is Bill Shulz with the Motorsports Park. I’ve been trying to reach you for a week regarding your scholarship. I would appreciate it if you could give me a call as soon as possible, as the details of your scholarship ...