Page 3 of Curve Ball
Fuck. That has to sting.
“I’m so—” and he cuts me off.
“Don’t be. She’s mine. Always has been mine. It’s only a matter of time before she sees it. I know it’s gonna happen. That motherfucker doesn’t stand a chance. Which reminds me, I have to go place a flower order. You know where the spare room is. Sheets are clean.”
Kai stands and pats my shoulder as he passes and heads down the hall to his room.Poor guy.I love Kai like a brother, so I really fucking hope that she doesn’t destroy him. Not that I can fucking talk. I’m letting a woman who apparently didn’t give two shits about me decimate my confidence.
My phone pings and thinking it’s my cousin, I dig through my pocket forit.
Natalia
I’ll come by the apartment while you’re at practice and I’ll leave the key in the mailbox. I will not apologize for what I did, but I will say I’m sorry for not ending things with you sooner.
Pinche puta.
Gael
Ok.
The alcohol gives me a little bit of courage, so I type out.
Gael
It’s only a matter of time before he does to you what you did to me. I just hope that fucking the big-time player was worth destroying our relationship. Because, let me be clear, I will never take you back.
I take the glasses and the bottle of tequila to the kitchen counter, rinsing and putting them in the dishwasher. Then grab a bottle of water from the fridge and head back to the spare bedroom. I can hear Kai in his room on the phone.
“Princess, just go home and go to bed. Do I need to come get you?”
I shake my head and head into the room, closing the door behind me.He’s got it so bad for her.
I kick off my shoes and tug my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor, then flop onto the bed. Bunching up the pillow, I lie there and just let the negative thoughts consume me.
Not good enough.
She cheated for six months.
Did she ever even love me?
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GAEL
FOUR MONTHS LATER
Wake up, train, go home, and rot. Rinse and fucking repeat.This is my life. Currently, I’m sitting on my couch, with the TV on, just to drown out the silence. It’s almost ten, and I should be out, enjoying myself, letting loose, and coming home with a pretty girl to blow off the steam with after a hard training week.
Fucking nope.
I’m just the dumbass that’s letting someone who never deserved me ruin my life. My phone sits on my lap and Santiago’s Instagram is open and a picture of him holding Natalia in his arms fills the screen. Since we split up, they’ve gone public, and it’s been fucking killing me. The only thing keeping me from losing it is the fact that he hasn’t married her and she isn’t pregnant.
That would have ended me.
It would have solidified this idea in my head that it really was all my fault.
A notification for the group chat with the guys goes off and I look down.
Kai
