Page 96 of The Breaking Pointe
“Your mind is full,” she responds.
“Yeah, and I can’t turn it off,” I huff, yawning right behind my words.
“Maybe it’s your lack of a good night’s rest, hm?Never sleeping and choosing everything else over sleep can make your brain do a lot of things, Colton.”
She tilts her head to the side.
I look at her, ready to agree, but the door bursts open before I do.Trey storms in, money and supplies in hand with a mug that could scare tourists from miles away.
“ What was that about?”he snaps.
It’sobviouslydirectedtowardme.Isigh,turningtoface
his way now.
“It’s an accident, Trey.I thought I was good—I lost my cool.”I watch him rummage through a few things, grabbing what he needs.
“You set these fights up! I let you choose what you could handle!” He turns and points at me.
“When I wasn’t losing my mind, Trey!”I stand up, combating his anger with my excuse.
He shakes his head, putting some papers and money into his bag. “No more freelance fighting. Not until next season is over.”
“What—but that’s almost four months,” I bitterly come back at him.
“You need it.” He looks at me. “What you did tonight was more than foul play. His face looks like you smashed it with a shovel, Colton.”
Grittingmyteeth,Iglanceattheground.
“Look, maybe by the time the pros roll around, you’ll be fine.But this time, it’s your job to cover your ass on this one. Fightingisn’tdoingyouanygoodrightnow,”heexpresses.
“I get it.”My words fall below us.
“I realize things are a whirlwind right now, Cole, but pros don’t care like I do. I can’t tell everyone to pause for you or make them excuse you for senseless behavior.Take these months as a chance to repair yourself.Bounce back.”He takes the rest of the money, pressing it against my bare stomach.
Islowlytakeit,liftingmyhead.
“We’ll talk meetings soon.Don’t hang around here too late,” he adds, heading for the door. “See you, Noelle.”
Unabletomove,Iholdthemoney,thinkingabouthis
decision more thoroughly.
“Bye,” Noelle says sweetly, standing up and stepping in front of me. “You know he’s only trying to help.”
“He’s right, Noelle. I have to clean up my act. I’ve wanted pros for years, and I’m gonna fuck it up if I don’t get it together.”
She pushes herself into me, on her tip toes, kissing my cheeks softly and speaking into my ear.
“Letitallworkout.”Shekissesitoncemore.
* * *
Keys,wallet,feedBonnie.Keys,wallet,feedBonnie.
If you could believe it, my brain is finally fried enough where I’m starting to lose the physical ability to do basic tasks. That’s a new discovery for me—one I made around thirty minutes ago as I viciously stabbed my eye while trying to place a contact lens in it.If that wasn’t enough, it slid straight down the sink drain while I panicked about the burning sensation I gave myself, all because I wanna see the world like everyone else.
The excitement continued when I stupidly decided to havea pregame shot, after spilling the first shot on my shirt, giving it a nice, brown stain. It’s needed after having to find another shirt that I deemed good enough for dinner with a mass amount of people I’m attempting to impress, and the possible public photos that could be taken.It wouldn’t bea normal night without the regular slip ups slithering their way in to boost my anxiety.
