Still Jaded

Still Jaded by Tijan

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broke up when I came back here. It's why I came back, but a month later you called and pretended nothing had happened. That's the truth. You dumped me, Bryce, and now you're asking why we have distance? Are you kidding me?!"
    Bryce let me go abruptly, and I fell back onto the bed. He looked horrified. "I didn't dump you. You left me. You dumped me."
    I shook my head. "I didn't. You found out what I did to that reporter with that underage girl and blew up at me. You told me to leave. I left, Bryce. You told me we couldn't be together if I was going to do stuff like that. Well, I'm sorry, but I went crazy. You weren't there for me. You were always playing soccer. Corrigan had been there, but he left. I had no one. I'm supposed to suddenly make friends that I trust? Are you kidding? Do you know me? And then all those people following us, all the women. I went crazy when that reporter taped us."
    I was tired of being violated.
    He blew out a deep breath. "I told you to leave the office. When I said to go home, I meant our apartment. And I was there for you as much as you would let me be. You never let me back in, Sheldon. The only one you let in was Corrigan. When he left, you shriveled up inside. You think that was easy for me to take? You're my girlfriend, but you were mourning Corrigan like he had died when he went back home."
    He was wrong. I closed my eyes against his lies. He chose soccer. He chose something else. He would always choose something else, someone else.
    He sat at the end of my bed and hung his head. His shoulders slumped forward. "I know there's a lot we need to talk about. I know I need to hear some things that I probably don't want to, but all I can think about is Corrigan." He lifted stricken eyes to me. "Did you sleep with him? Tell me that, at least. I won't judge you if you did, but I need to know."
    He was lying through his teeth. I knew it. "You'll judge, and we both know it."
    "Did you?"
    I lifted my hand in the air, and he caught it. He held it against his chest. "Did you?"
    "No." But I watched intently. I saw the relief flare in his eyes, but I knew he didn't believe me. He knew something had happened, but it wasn't what he thought.
    "Okay." Bryce nodded and patted my hand. He stood from my bed and grabbed his sweatshirt. He studied me as he put it on. "Are you going to be okay? I'm going to head out for a little bit. I have practice."
    I nodded. I gave up. Even now, I knew he lied to me. He had ignored his phone, but I saw the alert flashing through his pocket. And who else would've been calling or texting? His agent. Mathi-my-ass needed to spin my latest incident.
    He kissed me on the forehead. "I love you. We'll figure everything out. I promise."
    I drew in a ragged breath when he left. After I had composed myself, I grabbed my purse from the floor and nabbed my phone. I hit the speed dial for Corrigan.
    "Yo…"
    I heard the caution in his voice.
    It didn't feel good. "Can you lean on Grace? I think she saw something at the party."
    There was silence on his end, and I knew why. He wanted to ask about Bryce, but he didn't. "What do you mean?"
    "She was acting weird when Officer Sheila questioned me. I think she saw who pushed me."
    "If she did, why wouldn't she just say something?"
    "That's what I want you to figure out." Oh so smart one. "Can't you schmooze her?"
    "Sheldon." He got quiet. "It's weird with us. I think she's in love with me."
    "Exactly." A day ago I would've cared. I would never have used her feelings against her, but I didn't care anymore. She knew something, and she wasn't saying. That pissed me off. I wanted to know what she was hiding.
    "Okay." Corrigan surrendered. "How did things go when I left?"
    A wall slammed over me. "Next time stick around and ask yourself."
    I hung up on him. Maybe I shouldn't have, but how dare he? How dare both of them? Both of them wanted something from me, but neither of them wanted to deal with their dirty laundry. They wanted me to air it all out

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