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“Are you okay?” I ask Chloe again, sliding a little bit closer to her.
Again she gives me a nod and a tight smile.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She’s lying.
“It’s okay if you don't want to be here. There won’t be any hard feelings if you get out of here.”
I like having her here. I like seeing her with may name on her back, but if this is all too much for her, then I’m not going to force her to stay.
Chloe’s face drops at my suggestion.
“What? No. I want to watch you play.” she states, nervously biting her bottom lip.
“There’s going to be other games.” I tell her, bending my knees a bit to be able to look into her eyes.
The extra height that my skates give me doesn’t help.
Chloe looks up at me for a long minute, chewing on her lip and with an expression that looks both sad and angry if that’s even possible.
I want to reach for her and take in my arms so that I can comfort her but a million things are stopping me. One of them being that I’m technically at work and two, I’m nothing besides a hook up to her. I shouldn’t care, I shouldn’t want to offer her comfort, but I do.
After a bit, she finally lets out a sigh and shakes her head.
“It’s just been a long day, both physically and mentally. I do really want to be here,” she says, giving me yet another small smile.
This one at least looks a little bit more sincere.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
She gives me a head nod. “Yeah, it’s just…” she pauses, looking around like she is debating if she should say what she wants. “Do you think we can talk tonight? I have something I really need to tell you.”
If I didn’t have a game that was going to start in a little bit, I would say fuck it and say lets talk right now.
But yet again, I can’t.
“Yeah, I’ll have someone come get you when the game is over and we can talk.”
“Okay.” She gives me a nod and before I know it I’m getting a wave and she's walking away.
I don’t know what is going on with her, but I have a feeling that I’m not going to like whatever she wants to talk about.
I’m getting friend-zoned. I just fucking know it.
Who knew that could happen to the captain of a professional sports team?
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CHLOE
“Why do you look so pale?”Betty asks, as she hands me a plate of nachos that were brought to us. The same nachos that I was thinking about this morning but now can’t even look at them.
It's as if the whole nausea thing intensified the second that Dr. Long told me I was pregnant. It has to be a mine trick or something.
Just thinking about them has me gagging.
I debated not coming.
I debated staying home and thinking about everything that Dr. Long told me. Not only think but to also read through all the information that was handed to me as I was leaving.
