Page 71 of For Three Seconds

She was openly glaring on me. I wished things didn’t have to come to this.

“Another thing,” I said before she closed the door. “I’m not going to stop until Scarlett’s mine. I suggest you get used to the idea of us together and stop with your petty bullshit.”

Her eyes were burning with jealousy, but also something else that I couldn’t decipher.

“Fuck you,” she spat before she slammed the door in my face.

* * *

Beingon the team had its perks. When I asked the dean if I could be excused from my sociology class for a few weeks, he let me. Ollie was in charge of getting my notes and lectures. I had worked out to do whatever quizzes I’d miss at another time. I didn’t want Scar to stop showing because of me. As much as it killed me, I gave her some time.

In the morning before leaving to work out, I stopped by her house and left a can of Pringles and note. I had left her a few notes. Just things that I noticed over the years that drove me crazy about her.

I think it’s adorable the way you chew your pens.

The way you bite your lip drives me crazy.

I love the way your hair smells.

When you smile, baby, the whole world fades for me.

Look at me, a modern fucking Shakespeare.

When I got to the gym, some of the guys were already there. I started a quick run on the treadmill, warming up my body while my mind wondered on the best source of action to take. Well, shit wasn’t going to change until I tried. I got off the machine and knew what I had to do next.

“Hey, Nick, can you spot me?” I came to his office, where he was working on some paperwork.

“Yeah, give me a few. I’ll be right out,” he said.

I got ready to do some bench-pressing, and I figured Nick was less likely to kill me this way. Once he came back, I was on the bench, my hands on the bar with Nick looking down at me.

“I thought you were pressing more?”

“Warming up,” I huffed.

It was silent for a few seconds while I gathered my shit to talk to Nick, which was weird because we had an easy relationship. Well, he never knew I was in love with his sister.

“I gave Gigi Scarlett’s number,” Nick said, breaking the silence.

“What?” I shouted as I put the bar back.

I sat up, my hands running through my hair. “When?”

“A few days ago.”

“That fucking bitch,” I gritted out.

“What am I missing here?” Nick leveled me with a gaze. He might be oblivious, but he wasn’t stupid.

“I love your sister,” I said to Nick.

Nick shook his head.

“Fuck you, Dunn,” he spat. “You’re the one who left her at the movies?”

I ignored his question. “I’ve loved her since I was a kid.”

“You went out with Gigi.” Nick kept glaring at me.

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