Page 4 of Passing the Red Line
I don’t let her respond, I just chime in.
“Oh, she totally should have. Because if she hadn’t, then I wouldn’t have found out that you were a two-time asshat mommy’s boy.”
The two individuals in front of me jump and the process separates from each other before they both turn to look at me with wide eyes.
“Who are you?” Layla says, her voice so small and full of shock.
I almost feel bad for her.
“His girlfriend. Oh, actually scratch that, hisex-girlfriend.”
Layla is looking at me like she didn’t know that Kalen had a girlfriend, that this is all as much of a surprise to her as it is to me and is about to cry. All the while her boy toy is looking at me like he can’t believe he got caught.
Did he forget that I was in the stands?
I come to every fucking game!
Now I’m really done.
“Fuck you!” I say shoving a finger in my so-called boyfriend's chest, before turning to his side piece. “And fuck you too.”
Given the tears in her eyes, she didn’t know that Kalen had a girlfriend, so I shouldn’t be mad at her, but I don’t really give a shit.
I start walking away and as I do, I hear my name being called behind me.
“Lia, wait.” Kalen says, skating along the boards.
I don’t bother turning around.
“Eliana!” He yells, and when there is an opening in the ice, he grabs my arm and pulls me to a stop.
“Tell me, Kal,” I say, turning and pulling my arm from his grip. “Why the fuck did you stay with me if you had eyes on someone else? You could have saved yourself a lot of explaining if you would have called it quits when you met little miss redhead over there.”
Kalen looks at me for a long minute before letting out a sigh and letting his head sag to his chest.
“I wanted you to put in a good word for me with your dad.”
My worst possible nightmare has come true.
“Is that why you’re with me? Because of mydad?” Never has a boy made me want to cry until this very moment.
The asshole in front of me doesn’t even look up, he just gives me a nod.
I’m a fucking fool.
I should have expected this. I should have known that at some point in my life someone was going to use me to get to my dad. Never did I think it was going to be Kalen.
Stupid girl.
“Fuck you,” I spit out, and start walking away again and like before, Kalen stops me.
“Can you still put in a good word for me though?” He asks, actually looking sincere.
The audacity, the fucking audacity of this boy. And I do mean boy, because even though he’s eighteen years old, and technically an adult, there is nothing manly about him.
I slap a smile on my face. “Sure,” Kalen's face lights up. “I’ll tell him that you broke his little girl's heart by not keeping your dick in your pants. Let’s see how he feels about that.”
If I was the hitting type, I would slap this asshole across the face, but that’s not the person that I am. So, without one last look at Kalen, the boy that I thought would be my everything, I walk out of the arena.
