Page 25 of Tempting the Goalie
“We can’t take last night back. That kiss is plastered all over the internet for everyone to see,” I say with anger and indignation.
“I didn’t think we would be seen. This is on me. I feel horrible about this, last night was special to me.”
“I need to go, Luc. This is too much.” I end the call. I’m on the verge of a panic attack when I make it to class. I see Yuna and Priya sitting up front. They’ve saved me a seat. Class doesn’t start for a good ten minutes, so we usually spend some time chatting before.
“Morning,” I say to them and take a seat.
“Are you okay?” Yuna asks with concern.
“You look white as a ghost,” Priya adds.
“After the way you left last night with Luc, we thought maybe something finally happened,” Yuna says, looking hopeful.
I feel the sting of tears prick my eyes, but I refuse to let myself fall apart in class.
“Something did happen and it’s been plastered all over the internet for everyone to see,” I say to my friends. They both look a mixture of confusion and shock.
I pull up the video.
“That isn’t so bad. You guys are just kissing,” Yuna says.
“I’m his new floozy, according to the comments,” I bite back.
“That’s just not true. We can see how much he cares about you. You made him jealous last night. That should tell you something,” Priya clarifies.
“He’s just overprotective of me,” I insist.
“That’s why he kissed you?” Yuna retorts, raising her brows with challenge.
“Last night was very confusing,” I admit.
“Wanna tell us more?” Priya asks.
“He came back to the house with me,” I confess.
Priya’s jaw drops.
“We didn’t sleep together,” I clarify. “Luc was being a good friend.”
“I don’t understand,” Yuna says.
“I asked him to help me out with my sex problems,” I whisper.
“Ooh,” Yuna says, dropping her mouth in a large O. “And did he, in fact, help you out?”
She knows I am talking about my inability to orgasm.
I nod.
That’s when the professor starts class so we stop talking and focus on her, only I can’t focus because my head is spinning.
My cell pings with a message since I forgot to silence it and the professor gives the class a dirty look, not knowing where the sound came from. I have the urge to hide under my desk. I quickly put my phone on silent and look at the message.
It’s from West.
West:We need to talk.
This day just keeps getting worse.
