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A pang of guilt stabs me straight in the stomach because I know he’s right. Maybe I did rush into things with Nate because I still have unresolved feelings for Finn. Except now, I really like Nate, maybe even love him. I don’t know because I don’t want to open that door.

I don’t want to let a tsunami of emotions ruin me.

Not again.

Chapter Thirteen

Nathan

Last weekend went alot differently than I had hoped. It started off great with the excitement of finally having a few days off work and spending time with Billie, but that quickly ended when Finn laid his dirty fucking lips on my girl. I grit my teeth at the memory. Things have been a little tense between Billie and I, given the circumstances. I haven’t seen much of her this week because she’s been busy or she fucking hates me for saying what I said.

“Hey, are you still driving me to the game?” Noah interrupts my thoughts as I gather my things.

“Yeah, make sure you have everything you need.” I throw his jersey to him. “Get in.”

We drive in silence, both having a lot on our minds, I guess. Noah’s focus is solely on basketball, and I wish I had the same focus he does for MMA.

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Instead, I piss itall away on stupid, meaningless big bad wolves of the underbelly. Even if I wanted to get out, could I? Is there a chance to get out without them shooting you in the chest?

Highly fucking unlikely.

My heart sinks at the thought as I grip the steering wheel tighter.

You don’t deserve her.

I grit my teeth as images of Billie and Finn flood my mind, making me shift in my seat.

“You okay, bro?” Noah clearly notices the tension in me. I give him a quick nod. “Is that why you have a death grip on the wheel?” He raises his eyebrows.

Sighing, I release my hold on the steering wheel and run a hand through my hair. “Just shit going on with Billie.”

“Hmm. Well, I can’t exactly pretend to know what I am talking about since my last girlfriend broke up with me because my number one priority in life is to play professional basketball. However, why don’t you just speak to her? Depending on how tonight goes, you may need to thank her.” He’s right, and although he’s young, he is very intelligent. I’m so proud of the man he’s becoming, a better one than me.

“I’ll think about it, Noah.” I give him a small smile as we pull into the driveway of the indoor courts.

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