Page 20 of Puck'N Enemy
“You are such a fussy kid,” he sighs, but takes the glass of water and swallows his meds without further protest.
I take the empty glass and set it aside, then adjust his blanket over his legs.
“Did you eat anything yet?” I ask him.
“Yeah, I ate dinner early today.”
“Good,” I say, feeling relieved. “Do you need anything else?”
“Yeah. I need you to tell me what really happened,” he says, gesturing at my face.
A crooked grin comes onto my lips as I sink into a couch. “It wasn’t anything major,” I say, meeting his gaze. “Just ran into some guys from the Thunder Knights team and things heated up when they recognized me.”
I don’t mention Logan because the conversation can get trickier.
“Do they look as bruised as you?” A suspicious look flickers through his aging face. “Or is it worse? Did you break any bones?”
I shake my head. “They’re fine. I didn’t touch them.”
“You didn’t even throw a punch?” Coach asks, looking surprised.
“Nope.”
Coach’s brows furrow. “That’s not like you.”
“What can I say?” I say, cracking a grin. “I’m mellowing out.”
Coach snorts but doesn’t push further.
“I’ll go get some ice,” I tell him and head into the kitchen. Grabbing an ice bag from the freezer, I slap it over my cheek and walk back to the living room.
A groan escapes me as I sit down on the couch. My bones ache but the pain in my heart is more troublesome.
“You saw Logan today, didn’t you?” Coach says after a moment.
I don’t reply immediately. I don’t need to because Coach already knows the answer.
“Did he see you?” Coach asks.
I nod, my shoulders slumping.
“Did you guys talk?”
“Not really.”
He closes his book and places it on his armrest. “He was your friend, Dylan. Yourbest friend. He deserves more than your silence and guilt.”
I exhale a heavy breath. “Logan doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
“He doesn’t know the truth.” Coach gazes at me with a grim look in his eyes. “Logan will think differently of you when he knows what happened.”
“Logan thinks I ran away,” I say, the word making my throat choke up. “That I walked away without a second thought. And honestly? It’s better for him. This way, he can move on and live his life without any worries.”
“You don’t get to decide that, Dylan.”
Tears prick my eyes. “I don’t want to ruin his life.”
“No. You’ve decided to ruin your own instead.”
