Page 42 of Things I Wish I Said
I flip him the bird, but all I can think of is how glad I am I didn’t fuck her. If she’s this clingy after making out, I don’t wanna know what she’d have done had we slept together.
Aware of our surroundings, I tactfully peel myself away from her, flashing her a polite smile before I take a couple steps back to put some distance between us. “Hey, Han. I didn’t know you were coming to the game.”
She shrugs, mouth tipping up in a smile. “I thought maybe we could hang out afterward? Maybe grab a bite to eat?”
I run a hand over the back of my neck, unsure of how to let her down without being a dick about it when someone nearby clears their throat.
Hannah turns at the same time I do, locking eyes with Ryleigh. Her pouty lips purse as her gaze darts between us, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes as she says, “She a groupie or something?”
My lips twitch while Hannah’s eyes narrow to slits. “And you are?” Her tone is bored, unimpressed, but I know better. Any girl with eyes can see how beautiful Sinclair is. Not to mention the air of confidence she wields like a knife, is every bit as sharp.
“Ryleigh Sinclair.” Her lips curve as she extends a hand to Hannah, which she takes with her fingertips, staring at Ryleigh like she’s not sure what to do with her.
That makes two of us.
“You lied.” Ryleigh turns her whiskey eyes on me.
I frown, assuming she’s talking about Hannah.
“I didn’t . . .” I shake my head, gaze fluctuating guiltily between the two girls, unsure if sex is what she’s referring to.
“You said you were decent at baseball.” She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that reveals more cleavage. “I don’t know much about the game, but I saw enough to know that’s not true. Clearly, you’re talented.”
“He’s going to George Mason on a scholarship,” Cameron chimes in behind me. “He even had the minors interested before he committed.”
I groan and bring a hand up to my face, though in truth, I’m relieved Ryleigh was referring to baseball and nothing else. “Seriously, dude?”
“What?” Cameron shrugs.
I grumble under my breath before I shake my head and glance back at Ry to see how she takes this. I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to have your dreams ripped away from you, only to watch other people live them.
And I’m well aware I’m living Sinclair’s dream right now. It makes me feel even shittier for taking it for granted.
She purses her lips, her hazel eyes sliding over me. “You held out on me.”
“So, how do you know Grayson?” Hannah asks, her smile tight.
“Oh, Slugger?” Ryleigh grins. “He’s my baby daddy.”
I nearly choke on my own spit as Hannah’s jaw unhinges and Cameron snorts like a bull.
“Seriously?” Hannah croaks once she finally manages to pick her jaw up off the ground.
“No,” Ryleigh deadpans.
“Oh.” Hannah exhales while Cameron laughs like a fucking hyena.
“Dude,” he slaps me on the back, murmuring, “I like this chick. Where’d you find her?”
“Yeah, Grayson. Where’d you find me?” Ryleigh coos, eyes sparkling.
Hannah glares at us before turning to me. “So, about dinner . . .?”
“Can’t tonight,” I say. “I already made plans. Sorry.” It’s the first time I’m grateful for the wish because avoiding Hannah seems prudent.
“Hence my presence.” Ryleigh smirks, catching on. “Remember that baby daddy comment I just made? I didn’t mean he was already, I meant we’re going to work on it.” She flashes me a megawatt smile as Hannah pales.
I open my mouth to speak, unsure of whether to buffer Ryleigh’s particular brand of humor or let it go when a red-cheeked Hannah tells me to call her, then stomps off in the direction of her friend.
