“Seth.” She lays a hand on my arm. “Since when do you hold things in? You should never do that… it’s not healthy.”
She’s sooo quoting me, which I find both amusing and tragic. How can I give all this fantastic advice and refuse to take it myself?
I look at Kayden, who’s watching us, before snagging Callie’s sleeve and tugging her to her feet. “Come with me for a minute,” I say as I drag her to the bathroom, not wanting an audience when I admit what’s really going on.
I push through the crowd of people and make my way back to the ladies’ room. “Okay, I think I might have messed up,” I spill my guts to Callie the moment the door slams shut.
A few woman are primping like divas in front of the mirror, but they’re all too drunk to care much that I’m in here
“What happened?” Callie asks, reclining against the sink. “Something with Greyson, I’m guessing.”
I nod, rubbing my hand down my face. “I panicked.”
“I’m familiar with the term,” she says dryly. “But what did you panic about?”
“About—” I lower my voice and move aside as the door swings open and a herd of women come stumbling in. One shoots me a dirty look and I return it before fixing my attention on Callie again. “About our relationship.”
“Your’s and Greyson’s?”
“Yeah, I think I’m having flashbacks.”
The women around us are being nosy little biotches, so I grab Callie’s hand and pull her into the handicapped stall. Locking the door, I let go of her arm and rake my fingers through my hair, deciding exactly how much I should tell her.
“Seth, whatever it is, please just tell me,” she pleads. “You know you can tell me anything.”
I pull a wary face, knowing I’m about to make her uncomfortable. “It’s about intimacy.”
She squirms, just like I knew she would. “I can handle it.”
“Are you sure?”
She steps forward, squaring her shoulders. “Yes, I’m your best friend and you can tell me anything.”
Sighing, I pace the length of the stall, restless. “I can’t go through with it…and not because I’m worried about finally going that far. It’s because I keep having flashbacks.”
“About what?”
I stop pacing. “Of Braiden.”
“Do you still have feelings for him?” she asks, picking at the latch on the stall.
“No, it’s not that...” I shake my head, trying to get my thoughts and emotions together. “It’s…it’s about getting my heart broken.”
“It’s going to be okay.” She inches toward me and touches my arm. “Greyson’s not Braiden.”
“I know that.” I place my hand over hers. “But sometimes, I find myself going back to that place where I’m lying in the dirt and they’re kicking the shit out of me.”
She pulls me in for one of her teddy-bear hugs. “I know, but sometimes moving forward is the only way we can escape our pasts, right? At least that’s what you’re always telling me.”
“I know,” I whisper, pulling her closer. “And I know nothing bad will happen. Greyson’s not Braiden and he… loves me, but I just keep thinking about that Goddamn day. I was so fucking happy, thinking life was perfect, and then they showed up, all piled into the back of that fucking truck like a bunch of robots following what the other one does. And…” Tears sting in my eyes. “And I can’t stop picturing his face—the hate in his eyes, like he was blaming me for being part of it. I thought I was over it after seeing him on Thanksgiving, but sometimes it sneaks back up on me during the worst fucking times.” Like when Greyson decided to tell me that he loves me.
I pull back, drying the tears with the back of my hand. “Anyway, what I was going to say before I started bawling like a baby was that I was feeling a little scared about moving forward and I might have said some things to Greyson that weren’t very nice.”
“You could try apologizing.” She tears off some tissue from the roll and hands it to me. “Sometimes saying sorry is easy.”
I dab my eyes then chuck the tissue into the garbage. “Yeah, but sometimes it’s not. I’ve tried to say it quite a few times since we’ve been apart, but it never comes out right.”
“But sometimes it is,” she says determinedly, being her little sparkler self.
I can’t help but smile. “Look at you, being all wise.” I slip my arm around her shoulder. “I think it must be from all the time you’ve spent around me.”
She cracks a smile as she unlocks the stall. “It must be.”
We leave the bathroom and go back to the table to drink, but I barely pay attention to anything going on around me. My thoughts are stuck on Greyson and what I need to say to him to make things right.
I think I know. I just hope he’ll give me a chance to say it.
Chapter 16
Seth
After a very dramatic weekend wherein Kayden bailed on us to go fix his life, Luke, Callie, and I returned to their hometown and rented a hotel room. Callie is pretending that Kayden leaving isn’t bothering her, but I can tell it is. I’ve tried to talk to her a few times, but she’s refusing to admit how upset she is.
After I change into my pajamas, I check my phone for a message from Greyson. I haven’t heard a peep from him in over two days, and I’m starting to get really worried he might have given up on me. The idea shatters my heart, and the pain is worse than anything I’ve ever felt. I need it to go away, like now.
Before I can back out, I lock myself in the bathroom and dial his number. “Please, pick up. Please, pick up,” I chant as I lower myself to the floor.
When he doesn’t answer, I decide to leave a brief message that will hopefully get him to call me back.
“Hey, it’s Seth.” I roll my eyes at myself and sigh. “Look, I know you’re upset with me and I get it. You have every right to be, but I really need to talk to you, like super badly. And I…. I know I don’t deserve this, but I still haven’t collected on my winnings for that poker game, and this is the one thing I want. For you to call me. So please, please, just call me back.”
I hang up and clutch the phone in my hand. One minute later, the ringer goes off, scaring the living daylights out of me.
“Hey,” I hurry and answer, sounding a bit breathless.