Page 86 of Making the Call
“Come again?” I ask for clarification because clearly, I didn’t hear her right. There’s no fucking way Dani’s movie deal had anything to do with her dating me.
Marie interjects, in what I assume is an attempt to keep me from killing her friend. “She told Dani about what fans were saying online about her getting a movie deal. According to the site, it was only offered because of her recent notoriety.”
“You gotta be fucking with me?” I ask in disbelief to everyone in the room. Surely, this is the time where someone cracks a smile and fills me in on this sick joke they’re playing.
“I’m afraid not, Luke.” Mama stands to place her hand on my shoulder. I brush her off as heat radiates from my body, and she steps away.
“What happened next?” I grit through my teeth, knowing if I relax my jaw, I’m likely to tell them all exactly where to go and how to get there, in no uncertain terms.
“There’s not much to tell. Dani suddenly looked as if she were about to be sick, and she bolted from the stadium.” The scene Marie describes makes my heart wrench. What the fuck is wrong with Becca for telling her that bullshit? Why the hell would Dani even believe it? Surely, she knows better.Doesn’t she?
“I followed her into the bathroom. She’d just exited a stall, but it was evident she’d just been ill. She convinced me I should stay and watch the rest of the game… And that she wanted me to tell you, she’d see you at home…” Mama’s eyes suddenly go round as saucers, “Wait, you don’t think she meant home… as on Anderson Island, do you?”
I reach to my pocket and pull out my phone to call her. Fuck, it doesn’t even ring. It goes straight to voicemail, so I hang up.
“Well, with her things gone, I’m afraid she might.” Pops’ usual voice of reason does nothing for me now.
I frantically hit redial on my phone. This time, when it goes directly to voicemail, I wait and leave a message. “Danika. Please call me back. I need to talk to you.”
“What do I do now?” I ask myself aloud, not expecting an answer.
But of course, Pops being Pops, he answers it for me, “You wait until tomorrow morning. You fly home with the team, and you go get your girl.”
He makes it sound so simple. If only it was.
Mama reaches out her hand in an attempt to soothingly rub my back. “Don’t worry, Luke. Danika knows you love her. You’ll get this sorted out.”
My first response is to agree with her because I know without a doubt in my mind, that I love Danika.But fuck… she doesn’t.
What the fuck am I going to do now?
