Page 52 of Pitcher Us
“Oh, I was just headed to check my mail.” It’s the only excuse I can possibly think of, not that it doesn’t come off fucking weird that I wouldn’t put shoes on to go into the lobby but I’m just praying for this conversation to end.
“Right, so put your running shoes on and you can check that after.”
“Dude, come on, I don?—”
“Do you have somewhere better to be, Anderson?” Adam clips.
Yeah, back in your sister’s bed.
Well, that’s definitely one way for me to get punched first thing in the morning. But really, I just want to spend time with Callie and I can’t fucking say that.
Great, I’ve gone from not being able to tell Callie how I feel about her to not being able to tell anyone else.
“Fine, I’ll join. But I’m not running anything over three miles.”
“Whatever you say.”
Slightly cursing this whole situation, I go grab my shoes. Then curse out loud when I realize that my phone's back at Callie’s place so not only will she wake up alone, she’ll have no explanation for where I went.
Maybe she’ll take me leaving my stuff behind as some context clues that I didn’t intend on abandoning her this morning, but I still feel like shit. This is not how I wanted today to go. If I can get my miles in fast I might be able to salvage this disaster of amorning and get a couple hours in with her before I have to be at the training facility.
Making it down to the gym in our complex I fly through the stretches and warmups. I just want to get these miles in and get out of here.
“Dude, where’s the fire?” Adam asks as I jump on the treadmill.
Upstairs, in my clothes. “I just want to get this run in so I can get back—” I stop myself immediately. Fuck, I just started talking and didn’t think about what I was saying.
“Back to?”
Shit, shit, shit.
“Just back to my place. After dealing with you drunk idiots last night, can you blame me for wanting to relax a little?”
I turn up my speed hoping that will be the end of it, but it’s Adam, so of course it’s not.
“Nah, I don’t blame you, but just find it odd how much you’re rushing this,” Adam says. “I don’t know, it just seems like you’re trying really hard to get back to something…or should I say,someone?”
Oh, fuck, he knows. He has to know. Slowing my speed back down, I at least want to be off this thing if he decks me.
“Listen, it’s not?—”
“Hey, Callie!” Adam yells, cutting me off.
Following his eyes, I find Callie walking toward us with this deer in headlights look on her face.
I’m having very mixed emotions at this moment because she looks incredible. With skintight black leggings and a matching sports bra, fuck, I’m getting a semi just looking at her. But then there’s the glaring issue that we slept together last night, and I essentially ditched her with no explanation. And now she finds me running with her brother.
“Hey,” she says, her voice falling just short of a whisper.
I need to talk to her.
Adam goes to her side and hooks his arm around her shoulder. “Did you get any sleep last night? Will here was just about to tell me about the girl he hooked up with last night.”
“What?” Callie shrieks.
“I was not!” Oh God, shoot me now.
“Then why in the hell are you trying to rush out of here?”
