Page 31 of Breakout
The locker room starts to clear out as guys head to the rink, and before I know it, it’s just Clay and me.
“Hey, are you sure you are okay?” Clay asks when the door closes behind everyone.
“I am. Why?”
“Because typically if you’re late or not coming because of your dad, you tell us in advance. Usually, you are one of the first guys here and on the ice. Not to mention the slight tint of lipstick on your lips.”
I rub my lips quickly, wondering if we have been caught.
For a split second, I contemplate telling him why I wasn’t here early, but I bite my tongue. He doesn’t need to know every detail of my life, friendship be damned. Besides, Peyton isn’t ready for our friends to know, so for now I’ll keep it to myself, no matter how hard it is.
“I’m good, really. Must have been the strawberries I ate on the way over that tinted my lips.” I stand and clap him on the shoulder. “Now come on, let’s get out there and show the kids how it’s done.”
“Do you have to make it sound like we’re old?” he jokes.
“Hey, compared to the freshman, we are.”
seven
Today has felt surreal. It’s almost like everything that happened is some weird fever dream.
Am I really married to Beckett Hayes?
The little paper ring he slipped on my finger says it’s true, even if it’s hiding with its sister in my jewelry box.
Still, the day went on as normal. I went to class, did homework, and now I’m at work. Life is moving on as if something monumental didn’t just happen.
Maybe it didn’t. Maybe I’ve got my emotions mixed up. After all, the marriage is fake.
Yet, I still feel like it was important.
Beckett Hayes will always be my first husband, no matter if it’s real or fake. He will always own a part of me, as I will him.
“Your order is up,” Carl says, snapping me out of my daydream.
I smile at him as I head back to my section. I almost spill my tray of drinks when I see my new table.
Sitting front and center is Beckett, his eyes drinking me in. He’s surrounded by his normal group of Clay, Grace, Brett, Wyatt, Cora, and Kellan.
My heart begins to race in my chest.
Will they know?
They might get a good idea of something happening if Beckett doesn’t cool down. The eyes he is shooting at me are saying he wants to devour me. My body is reacting as if we are the only two people in the room. I can’t have this.
After dropping the drinks off, I head over to their table.
“Hey, guys. What brings you in tonight?” I ask, shooting Beckett a glare.
That only makes him smile wider.
“We are celebrating,” he answers.
My smile drops.
He didn’t.
“Oh really?” I stare Beckett down, giving him my meanest look I have.
