Page 104 of I Blame the Club

Talk about shooting your shot blind.

My mom cups my face, her dark eyes twinkling down at me, “Part of the fall is not knowing the outcome. But if you don’t take the leap, you will never know if Maurice was the one for you.”

Blowing out a breath, I close my eyes. I picture every stolen moment we've had together these last few weeks and arrive at one stomach-plummeting conclusion.

That ridiculously handsome resting bitch face somehow became the one thing I looked forward to seeing every day.

Damn you, Maurice.

“You’ve got to ask yourself, is he worth it?” Her voice floats over me, her soft hands in my hair making me drowsy, “Would you rather risk your heart or lose the potential of something great?”

I open my mouth but she puts a finger against my lips, “You don’t need to tell me. Just make sure you tell yourself.”

ME: I’m out of town for the week but maybe we could talk when I get back??

I groan, deleting the message before hitting send.

ME: I’m sorry for the other night. I shouldn’t have run away the way I did. Forgive me?

Gag. Delete.

ME: I fucked up our first date but any chance we could jump straight to a second?

Have I always been this awkward or is this a new development?

I groan, tossing my phone on my childhood bed just as a notification pings. Leaving my pride at the door, I eagerly grab my phone, pulling up my messages.

WES: Why do I keep getting notifications saying you’re typing? We've talked about your misuse of this conversation thread.

Disappointment hits me as I register the name.

ME: Sorry not sorry. I was practicing what I was going to send to Maurice.

WES: …

WES: Well, what did you send?

I wince, typing out my confession.

ME: I haven’t sent anything.

WES: Dude. Just send the message. Trip keeps giving me dirty looks because my phone keeps going off in class.

ME: I thought you and Trip didn't have any classes together this semester??

WES: Who said it was my class?

I snort, picturing the snark Wes is getting for interrupting another one of Trip’s classes. The man just can’t stay away. It’s seriously pathetic.

Though speaking of being pathetic…

ME: How have practices been without me?

WES: Are you asking about practice or do you want to know how Mo has been?

Busted.

ME: The second please.

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