Page 3 of Passing the Red Line
She must be someone’s sister and is here supporting her brother’s team and today is Kalen’s turn in her ever-ending rotation of shirts.
That has to be it.
For the next ten minutes or so, that’s what I try to convince myself of and by the end of the third period I’m almost there but then it all goes down the trash the second the final buzzer sounds through the arena.
Kalen’s team lost, and instead of skating off the ice with teammates after shaking hands with the other team, he skates over to the girl with the number on his back and he fucking kisses her!
What the actual fuck?!
I’m seeing things. I have to be fucking seeing things because no way in actual hell did I just witness my boyfriend kissing another girl while I’m only about fifty feet away sitting next to his parents.
No fucking way!
“Oh, look. Layla is already with Kalen,” Liz says as she starts getting up from her seat to head down to ice level.
Layla?
Who the fuck isLayla?
And how does Liz know her? Better yet, why the fuck is Liz not freaking out about the fact that her son is kissing another girl in front of me?!
“Who is Layla?” I find myself asking, finally taking my eye off Kalen and whoever the fuck this Layla chick and looking over at Liz.
I think something clicks in Liz when I ask the question, because for the first time tonight she is speechless.
She doesn’t even have to answer my question, I already know it by the expression on her face.
Layla is Kalen’s side piece.
The asshole has been cheating on me.
How the fuck did I not see this?
I go to every single one of his games. I spend almost every single moment outside of school and family activities with him and yet, andyet,the asshole still found a way to fucking cheat?
Did I miss the signs? Has he been acting all dodgy and missed it completely? I know that my head has been on all things fun this year but I sure as hell would have noticed something that told me he has someone on the side.
Right?
Right?!
I don’t know.
What I do know is that I’m so fucking done.
Not giving a shit, I stand up from my seat and start making my way down to the ice.
“Lia, honey. Please wait,” Liz says behind me, trying to be sweet.
I ignore her. If she wanted to be sweet, she should have had my back the second she found out that her son was cheating on me. Any ounce of respect I had for the lady is completely gone.
Who the fuck let’s her son cheat on someone and be okay with it?
People dodge me as I make my way down to the first row of seats, as they should. Because I’m seeing fucking red watching my boyfriend continue his make out session with another girl.
They pull apart, though, as soon as I’m about five feet away. Like it makes any fucking difference.
“You shouldn’t have come,” Kalen says to the redhead in front of him, stroking her cheek.
