Page 34 of Heart of Gold
“Probably has something to do with all those sluts he has around him 24/7. She probably didn’t know about all the girls he fucked while here for summer practice.” Levi says.
“Guy is a prick,” I state. “Who cares?”
“Remi!” Levi whines, waving his arms to our friend, who does look a little mopey.
“It’s okay,” Remi puffs, blowing out a dramatic breath. “Sometimes getting friend zoned isn’t so bad. Her roommate is cute.”
Levi perks up, “See that’s what I’m talking about, bro. Who is she?”
“Her name is Ava. She is barely 5 feet tall and has an attitude.”
I laugh, “Sounds perfect for you.”
“She’s a spitfire,” Remi smirks. “But I don’t know if she’s into me.”
I think about how I acted with Daisy on the cruise. A lot like Remi, actually. Tripping over words, wondering if she liked me, literally praying that she did.
“Just don’t act as stupid as I did on the cruise,” I admit. “I met this girl and totally acted like a jackass.”
“Yeah, he did.” Levi laughs, “Totally fumbled the bag with her.”
Except, I didn’t.
I had the most amazing night with her, one I’ll never forget. I pull out my phone, and scroll through the pictures from thecruise while the guys keep going on and on about the game this weekend.
I know I should be more focused but I just can’t seem to shake her, or the thoughts of her spread out with my head between her thighs.
That’s a thought that has invaded my mind from the moment it happened. I wish it would’ve happened more than once. Finally, I pause on a picture of her. She’s fucking beautiful, facing the water looking over the railing of the ship. Her blonde hair swings like strands of honey down her tan back. The single daisy I gave her behind her ear.
Daisy.
I bet that wasn’t even her real name, since she didn’t seem too interested in knowing my real name. She called me Phoenix the entire time, and I know it was because her stranger danger instincts kicked in, but it didn’t bother me.
It felt good to not be Gavin Richardson for a minute.
I search for “Daisy” on Instagram again for longer than I’d like to admit, and then call it a loss. Remi and Levi moved from football conversation to video games, and I decide it is better that I study the playbook.
I still don’t understand the switch. I got here based on my performance at safety, and now they wanna move me? Bullshit.
Not to mention the fact that working with Collins isn’t something I have on my to-do list. Like, ever.
“I’m going to bed,” I announce before heading up the stairs to my room. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“Yeah, at fucking 5am workouts,” Remi whines.
“Shit,” I mumble. “I forgot tomorrow is Monday.”
“Gavin, your abs have abs,” he laughs. “My abs are starting to hide under the food.”
That isn’t true. Remi is fit.
“You look fine,” I argue.
“Yeah, but not next to you. You spent all summer in the gym.”
That’s fair, I guess. “Then I’ll see you at workouts, and the gym tomorrow night, bitch.”
He laughs, pulling the headset back over his ear, “Goodnight, asshole.”
