Page 100 of Golden Rule

Her voice breaks as she storms toward our closet, slamming the door shut once she’s inside. In my heart, I know I should go to her, know I should smooth things over, but my feet won’t move.

Honestly, with all the complications, with all the setbacks with the treatment, I’ve wondered if this is the universe’s way of telling us that now’s simply not the right time. But if Iweregoing to bring that up, it wouldn’t be like this. It’d be while we’re both in a clear headspace, emotionally available to discuss this like adults, come to a viable solution.

But instead, there’s a doorway and thick tension between us that makes it feel like we’re miles apart instead of just a few feet.

I lower to our bed, cradling my head in my hands as I question everything.

Is now really the right time to be growing our family?

Are we just torturing ourselves?

And then there’s the other list of questions that taunts me.

Do I have a future with the Emperors?

Do I have a future in footballperiod?

And why the hell does everything around me feel like it’s going to shit?

As I consider all that’s happened lately, I’m painfully aware of when it all started going bad, as if to confirm a fleeting thought I’ve had from time to time.

That this city—or at leastmebeing in this city—is fucking cursed.

@QweenPandora:

Well, that’s one way to shut the mouths of all the naysayers…

Congrats on your win, Emperors!

It was a close game, but our #GoldenBoys came through in the clutch. Whether you attribute that killer final play to #KingMidas’s golden arm, or #PrettyBoyD’s otherworldly catch, you’re right, because both these boys knocked it out the park today.

And before you say it, yes, I’m aware that I probably should’ve come up with a football pun instead of baseball, but I’m taking creative liberties here. You know what I meant…

Anyhoo, word on the street is that there’s a gathering underway at Dusty’s Diner, but with the amount of security that’ll be swarming the lot, no way us peasants stand a chance of grabbing a meal there tonight. Too bad, something tells me there’s gonna be all sorts of juicy gossip brewing among that crowd.

Can the #GoldenCrew play nice with the rest of the team?

Will #LostAngel be in the building, continuing to be a bee in #TheSubstitute’s bonnet?

Only time will tell.

But stick around, lovelies. I’ve got a juicy treat coming your way later tonight. And, trust me, you won’t want to miss this one.

Later, peeps :)

—P

Chapter Thirty

Blue

There’s a clear divide in the diner tonight.

Well,twoclear divides if you count the rift between me and West.

Tiffany seems to be cozying up to the Empress Circle more and more these days, and honestly, I don’t blame her. We continuously choose Lexi over her, but I won’t apologize for that. Tiffany isn’t a bad person, it’s just hard to bond with her when our hearts are already linked to Lexi’s.

It’s a shitty situation honestly, and on some level, I’m actually glad Tiffany’s finding her footing. It can’t be easy living here, facing constant reminders of Sterling’s past, so maybe this is for the best.

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