Trust Trade by Ki Brightly

Author:Ki Brightly [Brightly, Ki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-242-1
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-01-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Freddy Williams

COLD RAIN pelts my face before I get my umbrella open. I pop it open against the wind with a shiver and walk fast away from my dorm. It’s been the longest weekend of my life. Working every day. A shit-ton of homework. Knowing my ass might be permanently off the team. Fuck up during practice, sure, but during a game? Coach wants to talk to me tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it. He’s going to tell me I’m done. I would if I were him. It’s not like there aren’t three guys who suck just as much as I do on the short list to take my place.

The weekend was brutal, but the worst part? No Jeb.

I wanted to text him a thousand different times. Every morning when I woke up, I wanted to text him and tell him how handsome he is, how perfect, how sweet. Tell him I miss him so much. Miss his husky laugh. Miss holding him. Miss every fucking thing about him.

Let him know I’m sorry.

Fuck, I’m so sorry.

I sigh, beat myself up for the hundredth time, and hunch my shoulders against another gust of wind. How could I take that shit with the team out on him? The trees lining the sidewalk bend with the wind more than I would have thought they could without snapping. The umbrella tries to take off, Mary Poppins–style, without me. I hurry a little faster. It’s not his fault my teammates are assholes, but he just popped up out of nowhere when I wanted to rip someone’s head off. My stomach churns, and the microwave burrito I had for breakfast starts to seem like it was a bad idea. Too embarrassed to text and too busy to visit all weekend, now I’m looking down the barrel of seeing him in class.

Not good.

I never wanted to let this go on. I meant to text him Saturday after Dad messaged me to ask when we were taking care of the apartment. I didn’t. I’m a coward. What if he tells me to go fuck myself? I don’t even have words to describe how much I don’t want that to happen, but it makes my palms sweat.

Beck didn’t wait for me this morning either, which sucks. I’m not sure what I did to piss him off, other than get kicked out of the game, but he hasn’t been right with me since Friday. I huddle under my umbrella as I jump around puddles on the sidewalk right outside the red-bricked Student Union.

With a shiver, I hustle under the overhang outside the doors leading into the upper level while I shake my umbrella. A few valiant smokers huddle together near the bushes and catch stray drops. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” a tiny woman in a hat with a panda face and ears says to me. She smiles, but it only makes me feel worse.

When I get inside, I slip the cord on the handle of my umbrella over my wrist and stand in line to buy two coffees.

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