Page 23 of Heart of Gold
Huddy grabs them from his hand, shoving them in his pocket, “I think those are Brylie’s.”
“Who the hell is Brylie?” Levi asks.
Remi laughs, grabbing a Gatorade from the fridge. “Oh, that’s his new obsession. She won’t have sex with him, it’s driving him crazy.”
Levi’s brow raises suspiciously, “Then why are her panties in my kitchen?”
Huddy shrugs, “We’ve done other things.”
I shake my head, “I’m going up early tonight y'all. It was a long ass week.”
“How many girls did you hook up with?” Remi asks, leaning against the counter like the cocky ass mother fucker he is.
“I didn’t hook up with anyone,” I lie. Daisy was definitely a hookup but I won’t sit here and talk about her like it didn’t mean anything.
Levi snorts, causing them all to look at him.
“What?” he laughs, “you didn’t leave that girl from the moment you saw her. I totally get why, though.”
Huddy’s eyes widen, “Bro, was she hot?”
I feel my jaw tighten. Just the thought of them drooling over her makes me livid. She’s not a fucking porn star. She’s Daisy. And even though I barely know her, I feel like she gave me a part of herself. She told me things, we talked, like really talked.
Levi must sense the anger radiating off of me, so he speaks up. “Hud, this girl was out of your league, out of Gavin’s league too, if I’m honest.”
That’s better. Talk about her with some respect.
Remi wiggles his eyebrows, “You gonna see her again?”
I shake my head, trying not to let my emotions show. “Probably not. She’s from Florida.”
“You know,” he laughs, “Ridge U isn’t that far from Florida.”
I rack my brain trying to think of where she said she was going to college, but I was too blinded by the fact she said she was following her ex-boyfriend.
“I don’t know where she’s going to school,” I admit, and that’s enough to get them off my back.
I hit the stairs two at a time until I’m in the comfort of my room and lock the door. Glancing around, I’m relieved that it’s clean. It’s always clean. I don’t see how the guys live like that. Clothes all over their floor and cups spread out like a thirteen year old in a weekend long Fortnite battle.
I throw my bag from the cruise in the closet and decide to wash that stuff tomorrow after practice, then lay in my bed.
I scroll through my Instagram followers, but I can’t find her. There’s no Daisy anywhere and to be honest a ton of girls follow me on here. I’d likely never find her and I never told her my real name so who's to say she found my profile anyway? How could she?
I click around until I find a few profiles that don’t follow me back, but none of them are her. After about thirty minutes of investigating, I give up.
It takes longer than usual to fall asleep, but the second my eyes close I see her face.
***
I wake up ridiculously tired. Someone is shuffling around in the hallway, and I glance at the clock. I’m nearly late for practice.
“Shit,” I huff, rolling over to grab the sweats I took off last night and slip them on.
I’m never late for anything, ever, and if I don’t get out the door right now, I’m not making it to the field on time.
“Gav! What the fuck are you doing up there, let’s go!”
Remi’s voice echoes loudly from the bottom of the stairs, and I rush out quickly to jump in the car with the guys.
