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CHAPTER10
ARI
Islouched on the lounger on my back deck, my gaze locked on the horizon as the sun began its ascent, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink. The smell of alcohol lingered in the air, a testament to my futile attempt to drown out my overwhelming urge to go to her house, to sneak into her bed, and keep her close.
My longing for her was all-consuming, a relentless desire that gnawed at my insides. I craved her presence, her warmth, her essence by my side at all times. Patience was becoming an unbearable burden, each moment without her a slow descent into madness. The ache in my chest felt like it might actually be the death of me.
Needing some distraction, I picked up my phone to text Linc.
Me: Hypothetically….
Lincoln: Oh boy.
Me: What?
Lincoln: I’m just preparing myself for what you’re about to say.
Me: What do you mean you’re preparing yourself? I spew excellence, golden boy. Remember that.
Lincoln: You spew excellence? I just spewed my Gatorade everywhere.
Me: I don’t drink Gatorade. I don’t put chemicals in my temple.
Lincoln: You don’t put chemicals in your “temple.” Are you drunk?
Me: …
Lincoln: It’s 9am and you have practice today…California’s that good, eh?
Me:…
Lincoln: Ok, so what were you saying?
Me: About what?
Lincoln: Hypothetically…
Me: Hypothetically what?
Lincoln: Go sleep it off.
Me: I wish I could…
I threw my phone on the seat next to me, because that had only made me feel marginally better.
I could probably use some Gatorade though, now that Lincoln had brought it up.
I didn’tactuallyhave anything against it…
Walking inside, I headed towards the kitchen, the world spinning a bit around me. I did in fact have team weights in two hours, so I needed to at least be able to walk straight before showing up.
Grabbing a purple one out of the fridge, because grape was obviously the superior flavor, I paced the kitchen, sipping it slowly so I didn’t throw up.
Tequila in last night’s case…was not a good idea.
She’d at least sent that text to him though…and tried to call him. I mean, he’d never gotten it, but I’d take care of that. I never wanted her to talk to him again. No matter what he’d meant to her.
Iwanted to mean everything to her. He was never supposed to have been around in the first place.
