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The Transition (23)
“So? How’s it going?” Dani asked as she cut fruit for the upcoming night shift. “I haven’t seen you since everything went down. You holdin’ up OK?”
“Yeah, I mean, it’s totally fine. It really was for the best.”
“And what the fuck is that Miss America answer? This ain’t a beauty pageant, bitch. It’s me. And I can smell a lie like a fart in an elevator, so you better fess up!”
Amara finished pouring a beer and set it down at the server pick-up before standing next to Dani. “Fine. It sucks. Is that what you wanna hear? It fucking sucks, Dan. We went from friends to lovers to almost complete strangers. Aside from having sex once, we’ve barely spoken a word to each other. He’s in his room most of the time, and I’m in mine. It fucking sucks.”
It’d been two weeks since the breakup, and things hadn’t been going as Amara had hoped. The ride home from the wedding in Tyler’s truck was awkward and mostly silent, aside from getting some of the dirty details of Osi’s Tinder sex marathon.
“I am sorry for you to hear this, Amara. Forgive me.”
“I’m sure she’s got some stories of her own. Care to share any, babe? Got anything that could rival that?”
“Shut it, Tyler.”
“Seriously, I should not talk this way in front of your girlfriend. I am sorry.”
“Go for it. She’s not my girlfriend anymore.”
“Wait, what?” Hayes had asked, shocked.
“You heard me. We broke up last night. It's over.”
Ryan had practically gone into hiding around the apartment. He’d leave his room to grab food, to use the bathroom, or go to practice or his games. Amara had knocked on his door one night in an attempt to open a dialogue with him. When he answered, he was shirtless, and instead of making words, she reached out and ran her hand up his abs, resulting in them clawing at each other furiously, and ultimately with Ryan fucking her raw against the inside of the door frame.
When it was over, Amara had tried to talk to him.
“I’m worried about you.”
“Don’t be.”
“You can’t stay holed up in your room like this.”
“Watch me.”
“Are we just not gonna talk ever again?”
He’d shrugged.
“So, about what just happened…”
“Don’t read too much into it. I can have sex with someone and feel nothing. Remember?” He kicked her clothes into the hallway and slammed his bedroom door in her face.
“And it’s not that I don’t want to talk to him, Dan. I just don’t know what to say.”
“Nothin’ you can say, baby. You broke his heart. You know better than anyone that takes time.” She finished stocking glasses in the freezer. “So, uh, what’s baby face got to say about all this?”
“Said Ry’s really struggling. On-ice performance is suffering big time, and he’s worried they might send him down to the Railers.”
“The who?”
“It’s the Islanders' other minor league team, one step below Bridgeport.”
“What a fuckin’ team name! Kinda suits him well, no?”
