Page 44 of Brim Over Boot
“Oh, fuck you, you fucking…”
My fingers fly across the keyboard, blood pumping hot.
Me: How’d you get my number?
Unknown: Christ. Let me ask again. Are. You. Okay?
Me: What’s it to you?
My chest heaves as I wait for his response, having no clue what I want him to say. Why is he even texting? He doesn’t actuallycare, does he? No fucking way.
For a split second, I debate blocking his number. Instead, I save the contact.
Noah: Fuck, Colton. I want to make sure I didn’t force myself on you.
I freeze, everything around me stilling before I exhale in a whoosh.
He’s been worrying he—what? Took advantage of me? While I’ve been freaking out over my sexuality, Noah King has been thinking…
Me: You didn’t. I wouldn’t have let you.
A long pause.
Noah: You’re okay?
“Jesus,” I groan, my voice low.
Me: We’re not doing this. We’re not friends, Noah. Won’t ever be.
Noah: I’m well aware.
Me: So how I am is none of your concern.
Noah: Do you have to be such a stubborn ass all the time?
Before I can fire off a comeback, my phone rings.
“The fuck?”
I don’t answer, blinking at Noah’s name on my screen. The call goes to voicemail, and another text comes through.
Noah: Pick up your phone, Colt.
Noah: Or I’m coming over.
I hit call, and Noah answers not one ring later.
“The fuck is your problem?” I demand.
“Really? You wonder why I might be a little concerned after last night? Neither of us was expecting that—”
“No shit.”
“—and you left like your ass was on fire. Excuse me for wanting to make sure you weren’t going off the deep end.”
“I’m not that fragile, Noah. Believe it or not, you didn’t manage to break me.”
He practically growls. “Oh, fuck you, Colt. I know you think I’m this terrible person, but I would never intentionally hurt you. Not like you hurt me.”
