Page 20 of The Breaking Pointe
“You should tell Daniel Aguado that.I bet he’spissedhe got whipped by that Jewish dude last night.”
Looks like Daniel getting his ass kicked is becoming the talk of the town. One point for Noelle, and zero for that loser. “It was a good fight.” I nod. “But he’s not my boyfriend. Hasn’t been in forever,” I correct him, now taking my shoes off as well. “I like the Jewish guy. Not sure if he’s actually Jewish,buthe’sreallynicetolookat,”Isuggest,smiling
innocently.
Jake shakes his head with a soft smile.“You like Jewish boy then, huh?”
My cheeks feel warmer now. “I think he’s cute.I mean, don’t you? Isn’t your boyfriend similar looking?”
“Devin is blond, Noelle.They don’t have the same tall, dark, and handsome effect.” He laughs softly. “And if Devin were that ripped, I wouldn’t be topping all the time.”
“Okay—too much info, Jake.” I hold up my hand to stop him, laughing softly.
“So then, if it’s not Danny boy, then who’s got you on your phone like you’re finding Waldo?” He peers at me.
“Um…”Icontemplatebeforeansweringwhilelooking
downatmylap.“Jewishguy?”
Jake’s smile slowly grows as his laughter thickens. “You’re kidding me, right?”
I shake my head, starting to put my things in my bag. “I wish I was. Because now I have no idea what to do, and I’m sureDanny boyis waiting to come and ruin any good things coming my way.”
“C’mon, don’t say that.Daniel is crazy, yeah, but he’s just obsessed with you. Once you find a new man, I’m sure he’ll disappear.”
Yeah, you’d think, right?
“It’s not that simple, Jake. Daniel is complex. There’s a lot more to it than you’ve heard from me,” I say, then look at him with a big smile. “But it doesn’t matter because I’m done with him, and I don’t plan on dating again. It’s not for me. I’m not good at it.”
“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”he questions me.
“No.Not in the slightest,” I tell him.
It is dramatic, and I do want the Jewish-looking guy.I want to see if he’s as sweet as he’s let on, but why does it have to scare the shit out of me?
FuckingDanielAguado.
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mr. lonely
COLTON
“One, two, three!One, two, three!”Trey yells at me as I sling jabs at the punching bag with each count.
“Let’s go, two more sets, my man!” he shouts. I close my eyes, feeling my triceps ignite with a burning sensation.
Wailing three last hits, I throw my arms above my head to open my lungs. That wasn’t nearly enough relief for how out of breath I am.
“Why do you always do this to me?” I huff, desperate to find a steady breathing rhythm again. I bend over, gripping my knees with my hands, watching a puddle of sweat form in front of my feet.
Helaughs,almostinamaniacalmanner.
“You know why, and you know you can handle it.Don’t be a bitch, Colton.” He smirks, picking up my water bottle to hand it to me.
I stand up straight again, placing a hand on my hip and
taking the water bottle with my other.
