Distraction (Westbrook Series Book 1) by Laura Clark

Author:Laura Clark [Clark, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Published: 2015-08-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen: I'm Just So, So Sorry

Needless to say, Avery is a little on the cranky side in the morning. This helps convince me to go home early, and deal with the Sam situation. I'm definitely ready to hear what he has to say. It could be challenging for us to sneak away alone, long enough to talk it through, but we've been pretty creative up until now. I'm sure we'll think of something.

As I pull into the driveway, I spot Kyle's car parked on the street. The knots in my stomach immediately tighten. I head straight up to my room without looking for anyone. I want to take a shower and change clothes, before even thinking about facing Sam. Both Kyle's door and the guest door are propped open, which means they are either outside swimming, or are downstairs in the basement playing video games.

Just as I'm about to shut my bedroom door all the way, a hand catches the side of it, and pushes it back open. In my haste to pack, I did not bring an extra outfit. I am wearing the same dress I had on last night. I scrubbed my face clean this morning, and did not reapply makeup. My hair is all kinds of crazy, tamed only by having it twisted up into a messy bun. Tame is actually the last word I'd use to describe this mound of frizz, haphazardly piled on top of my head. Normally, I would not dare let Sam see me like this. But today, I am so exhausted by this whole ordeal that I couldn't care less.

"Knock, knock," Sam says softly, while poking his head through the open space between the door and the doorjamb.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, while releasing my dangling backpack. So much for that shower I was so desperate to get. I slowly open my eyes, pull the door the rest of the way open, and motion for him to come in. I keep my head down the whole time, refusing to look at him. I can see the bottom edge of his shorts, and his brown leather flip-flops.

"I know we can't talk long with Kyle still here, but I just wanted to pop in, and tell you how sorry I am. I handled everything so poorly. I've been a really shitty boyfriend, Laila. I know that, and I wish I could redo it all." He sighs, and shakes his head.

I'm not sure if he expects me to say something, but I really have nothing to add. When it's clear that I am not going to speak, he continues rambling on.

"I've replayed it in my head a thousand times, and each time I tell Kyle, no. I don't completely choke, and we end up spending the whole night together, just you and me. I don't know why I panicked when Kyle said that. I swear, it was like the fucker knew about us. I just . . . I screwed up.

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