something. He’ll believe that.”
Dean breathed heavily into the phone. “Fine. I’ll tell him. But, Cassie, he’s not stupid. He’ll figure out something’s wrong and then I don’t know what he’ll do.”
“What does that mean?”
“It just means that I’ve never heard him sound as crazy as I did tonight. He was literally flipping the fuck out because he couldn’t get a hold of you.”
“I guess he should have thought about that before he invited some whore up to his hotel room ,” I snapped.
“You ’ re completely unreasonable, you know that?” Dean asked, his voice harsh.
“How am I unreasonable?!”
“Because you’d rather ignore this entire situation instead of put an end to it,” he snapped.
“I’m not ignoring it! I simply refuse to discuss it over the phone. So what?”
“See? Unreasonable and selfish.”
“Now I’m selfish too?” I shouted with a laugh.
“Sort of. You’re only thinking about yourself and your feelings. You’re not thinking about Jack at all. This isn’t just a game to him. This is his future. This is his career. He can’t fuck
mess
up. Don’t you care about that
at all
?” Dean’s voice was pained.
“ None of that matters
Not
if he cheated on me,” I responded, my tone cold.
“But you don’t even know what happened. You don’t even know who that girl was. She could be an old friend of his…you have no clue because you won’t ask!” He sighed loudly.
“Nope. I won’t. Not until he gets home. And don’t you dare say a thing to him either, Dean! I don’t want you tipping him off so he has an entire weekend to think up the perfect response.”
“I’m not saying a word to him. But, Cassie, can you please at least send him a text message? Just give him something so he can focus on the game? Please do that for him.”
The phone fell silent between us. Of course I cared about Jack and wanted him to pitch well. No matter how badly I hurt, I didn’t want to distract him from the one thing that truly owned his heart. “Fine. I’ll text him as soon as you let me get off the phone.”
Dean huffed out a small laugh. “Talk to you later then.”
“Wait! Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“You know I’m not picking him up on Sunday.”
There was a slight pause before Dean sighed. “I’ll come get his car.”
“Thanks. Bye.” I pressed End and handed Melissa back her phone before walking into my bedroom and powering my cell back on.
I quickly typed out a text that read: Sorry, Jack, been busy with a photography project. I ’ ll probably be pretty swamped until you get home. Good luck tomorrow. You’ll be great! xo
Less than a minute passed before my phone beeped, signaling I had a response. It makes me crazy to be this far away from you and not know what ’ s going on. I just completely lost my shit on Dean. What have you done to me? LOL Call me if you have a chance. If not, I understand. Good luck with your project. Can’t stop thinking about the other night…
I tried so hard to be strong when it came to him, but even his text messages challenged me. I knew I’d jumped to conclusions about the pictures, but I refused to look like a fool. And in my opinion, only a fool would carry on like nothing had happened. Simply put, I didn’t want to be that kind of girl. The kind of girl that needed Jack in her life so badly, she’d overlook potential relationship-ruining material.
But in trying so hard to be unlike all the other girls, I made myself irrational, declaring Jack guilty before viewing the facts of the case. I clung to my principles with both hands so tightly it was the only way I got through the next day and a half Jack-free.
That, and the fact that I’d turned my phone off.
NINE
Panic set in when I realized that Jack would be arriving home soon. I hadn’t communicated with him in any form since the text messages two days ago. I half wondered if I should leave the apartment. But where would I go?
Dean breathed heavily into the phone. “Fine. I’ll tell him. But, Cassie, he’s not stupid. He’ll figure out something’s wrong and then I don’t know what he’ll do.”
“What does that mean?”
“It just means that I’ve never heard him sound as crazy as I did tonight. He was literally flipping the fuck out because he couldn’t get a hold of you.”
“I guess he should have thought about that before he invited some whore up to his hotel room ,” I snapped.
“You ’ re completely unreasonable, you know that?” Dean asked, his voice harsh.
“How am I unreasonable?!”
“Because you’d rather ignore this entire situation instead of put an end to it,” he snapped.
“I’m not ignoring it! I simply refuse to discuss it over the phone. So what?”
“See? Unreasonable and selfish.”
“Now I’m selfish too?” I shouted with a laugh.
“Sort of. You’re only thinking about yourself and your feelings. You’re not thinking about Jack at all. This isn’t just a game to him. This is his future. This is his career. He can’t fuck
mess
up. Don’t you care about that
at all
?” Dean’s voice was pained.
“ None of that matters
Not
if he cheated on me,” I responded, my tone cold.
“But you don’t even know what happened. You don’t even know who that girl was. She could be an old friend of his…you have no clue because you won’t ask!” He sighed loudly.
“Nope. I won’t. Not until he gets home. And don’t you dare say a thing to him either, Dean! I don’t want you tipping him off so he has an entire weekend to think up the perfect response.”
“I’m not saying a word to him. But, Cassie, can you please at least send him a text message? Just give him something so he can focus on the game? Please do that for him.”
The phone fell silent between us. Of course I cared about Jack and wanted him to pitch well. No matter how badly I hurt, I didn’t want to distract him from the one thing that truly owned his heart. “Fine. I’ll text him as soon as you let me get off the phone.”
Dean huffed out a small laugh. “Talk to you later then.”
“Wait! Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“You know I’m not picking him up on Sunday.”
There was a slight pause before Dean sighed. “I’ll come get his car.”
“Thanks. Bye.” I pressed End and handed Melissa back her phone before walking into my bedroom and powering my cell back on.
I quickly typed out a text that read: Sorry, Jack, been busy with a photography project. I ’ ll probably be pretty swamped until you get home. Good luck tomorrow. You’ll be great! xo
Less than a minute passed before my phone beeped, signaling I had a response. It makes me crazy to be this far away from you and not know what ’ s going on. I just completely lost my shit on Dean. What have you done to me? LOL Call me if you have a chance. If not, I understand. Good luck with your project. Can’t stop thinking about the other night…
I tried so hard to be strong when it came to him, but even his text messages challenged me. I knew I’d jumped to conclusions about the pictures, but I refused to look like a fool. And in my opinion, only a fool would carry on like nothing had happened. Simply put, I didn’t want to be that kind of girl. The kind of girl that needed Jack in her life so badly, she’d overlook potential relationship-ruining material.
But in trying so hard to be unlike all the other girls, I made myself irrational, declaring Jack guilty before viewing the facts of the case. I clung to my principles with both hands so tightly it was the only way I got through the next day and a half Jack-free.
That, and the fact that I’d turned my phone off.
NINE
Panic set in when I realized that Jack would be arriving home soon. I hadn’t communicated with him in any form since the text messages two days ago. I half wondered if I should leave the apartment. But where would I go?
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