Chapter 25

It's the second game of the season and I feel like shit. I can't get the last fight with Shorty out of my head. After that night, I did something stupid and went back to the Pit.

After the weekend, I tried reaching out to her, but she's been ignoring my calls and text messages. And who can blame her? I was an asshole to her.

"Get your head in the game, D!" Jag shouts from the dugout. I want to tell him to fuck off but he's right.

"We won, didn't we?" I throw my mitt against the locker when he follows me into the locker room.

"Barely!" Wyatt shouts.

"Fuck off, Wyatt," Ash warns.

"No! You don't get to brush this off."

"I'm not but you need to back off."

Wyatt throws his hands in the air. "Fine. Whatever." He walks out with Jag following behind.

"What's going on with you, D?" Ash asks in a calming tone.

"Nothing. Let it go." I slam the locker shut and take a shower. I need to get rid of this wave of violent fury that's brewing inside me.

"X's and O's" by Jeremiah blurs through the speakers as Ash and I join the rest of our team at the after party.

Bradley's parents are in Paris for the week so hosting the party at his house was the best option. We make our way through the mass of bodies until we reach the bar.

I grab a beer, pop the top, and drink it like water.

"Dude. Slow down," Ash warns.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and pat my brother on the back. "I'm ok," I assure him.

The party is uneventful. Girls try to gain my attention by rubbing themselves on me, but I push them away. Not interested. The only ass I want rubbing against my dick belongs to a short sexy Puerto Rican on the other side of town.

I play a few rounds of flip the cup and a game of pool. After I feel like I've had enough of being around drunk ass teenagers, I stumble up the stairs toward the guest bedroom and plop myself on one the beds, enjoying the quiet and darkness.

I lay my arm over my eyes, the other on my stomach, and start to drift away. Expelling a deep breath, I allow my eyes to shut when a girl's voice startles me awake.

"Oh, God." The weight on my throbbing dick sends a single shot of pleasure to my spine.

Shorty?

No. The scent is off.

The girl's weight is a little heavier than Shorty's.

Her moans are not as sexy as Shorty's…what the…

Reality sets in when the girl's obtrusive hands start to fumble with my pant zipper. I grab her wrist before she gets any further.

"What the hell?" another female voice screeches from the doorway.

"Get off him you, freak!"

Addy.

"What? He's not dating you anymore."

The fuck?

"Bitch, get the fuck off him," Addy warns.

I buck my hips hard enough for the bitch in heat to fly off my lap.

The girl yelps and lands with an oomph.

"What makes you think it's ok to put your hands on me without permission? Get the fuck out." I try to stand but my legs are wobbly, and my head starts to spin like the Tilt a Whirl ride.

The sound of the door slamming shut reassures me the crazy chick left. Now I can sleep in peace. Maybe I should lock the door before she decides to come back and hit a home run.

"Are you ok?" Addy's sweet voice is filled with concern.

"Yeah." I mumble. The bed dips and I freeze.

"What are you doing Addy?"

"Nothing, Donnie. I'm not going to take advantage of you. I just want to make sure you're ok."

"Yep. I'm all good," I lie.

There's a slight pause.

"Addy, you can go. I'm good, really." I just want her to leave so I can sleep off my drunk ass.

"Ok." Addy's soft touch to my face is the last thing I'm aware of before I go under.

"Dude, what the fuck!" The sound of the bedroom door opening and slamming against the wall wakes me up.

"Fuck," I groan in pain, holding my head.

"Yeah, fuck! What the hell is she doing in bed with you?" That was Ash.

Bed? Who? What?

I rub my sleepy eyes and look down at the small warm body pressed against my bare chest. I jump off the bed like it is on fire when I notice Addy is in the bed with me and wearing nothing but my T-shirt.

"No," I manage to croak, hoping that nothing happened between us, but I can't remember shit. Why can't I remember anything? Was I drugged?

"Why would you do that to her?" Ash's voice is torn with emotion.

I spin around to see him in the frame of the door with both hands curled into fists at his sides.

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything." The words come out strained.

"Nothing happened," Addy responds in a sleepy voice.

My had snaps back toward her. "How do you know? Why the fuck are you naked?" I point at her.

She looks down and rolls her eyes. "I'm not naked. You threw up on me last night when I was trying to take your shoes off. "

"That doesn't explain why you were in bed with me."

She sighs. "I know, I'm sorry. You were so sad, and I just wanted to comfort you as your friend, nothing else, I promise Donnie. I would never do anything to hurt our friendship."

Addy may be a lot of things, but a liar isn't one of them. She's telling the truth.

"That's great and all, but who the fuck is going to explain that to Shorty?" Ash snaps, disgust curls his lips.

I wish he would stop yelling. My head fucking hurts.

Wait. Shorty?

"What?" My eyes go wide when I turn my head back to Ash. "What do you mean, explain it to Shorty?"

"What do you think," he says in a quiet tone.

Fuck. No. If she walked in with Addy in bed with me, she probably thought we fucked.

"She walked in right before me and left as soon as she saw—" Ash points towards Addy.

Unsteadily on my feet, I made my way over to the window and watch Shorty climb into Tia's car and drive away from me.

"Fuck!" I roar, trying to keep steady on my feet but fail when I topple to the ground like a ton of bricks.

"God damnit," Ash mutters, lifting me to my feet. "It doesn't fucking matter what she saw. Addy shouldn't have her legs wrapped around yours."

"I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry. But nothing happened." Addy sighs, picks up her clothes and walks out the door.

"Let's go, bro. You need a shower and Mom's been worried."

"I need to see Shorty."

"No. You need a fucking shower."

"Get off me, Ash." I try pushing him off me but no luck. "I need to see her."

"No. You're going to get your shit together before you talk to her. Give her some time to process what she saw."

Ash helps me down the steps and out the door. Once I'm sitting inside of Ash's car, my head throbs, and my chest aches. I can't imagine what Shorty walked in on.

"Was she really there?" I ask myself, not realizing right away that Ash is already in the car.

"Does it fucking matter?" He turns on the car.

"Yes." I grit my teeth.

He sighs. "She came by to check on you after I asked her to come over."

I glare at him. Motherf—

"Yeah, well, you were self-destructing, again. And besides, she wanted to see you."

That doesn't help me at all. Knowing what she saw, how fucked up I was.

I never wanted her to see me that way. And now that she has, she'll want nothing to do with me.