Page 75 of The Best Player
Fuck. Was being friends with him worse than pretending that nothing had happened between us? Because I sure as hell couldn’t forget, and the sadness was enough to have me make the bed and plop down onto it. Maybe I’d text Clyde for a shift that night so I didn’t have to sit alone, but when I checked my phone, I already had a text.
Tanner:Check your to-do list.
Okay,weird request. I frowned, scanning my bags to remember where I’d stored my ongoing list—probably my backpack. I checked in the pocket and came up empty. Shit. Maybe I’d left it at the house. I unloaded my two bags and my clothes were a mess all over the bed My pulse raced. Why was my list important? Had he added something?
Please, yes.
My purse! Yes! That was where I’d left it. I dumped all the contents onto the tiled floor, yanked the notepad from the pile, jumped onto the clothes and got comfortable. It looked like someone had added to my list and my smile was so large it hurt my cheeks. He’d started a new page and, in his choppy, bold handwriting, written?—
Kenzie’s to do list:
-listen to Tallen’s apologies, multiple times
-realize he was a total dumbass afraid to fight for you
-accept the fact Tallen is an idiot and has learned from this
-get meals with him every day when he’s in town
-go on first, real date with Tallen (all planned by him)
-go on second date with Tallen
-go on third date with Tallen
-wear Tallen’s jersey to fall ball games
-come visit Tallen three nights a week (he’ll come to you as much as you want)
-watch shitty movies with him
-be his girlfriend? (if you want—he doesn’t need labels)
-let him cook a romantic dinner for you
-accept the fact he loves you, all of you
-MOST IMPORTANLY—make sure he’s still alive. He’s telling your brother everything. Right now.
I gasped. “Oh shit.”
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This is a fucking stupid idea.The worst. Could ruin the team.
But I was going to do it anyway.
Aaron tapped his fingers on the wheel of the car, unaware of the bomb I was about to drop on him, and I gulped, putting on my game face. How to start? How did I go about telling one of my best friends I was in love with his sister?
There wasn’t a fucking handbook for this.
Zade rambled on about his plans for the day—the girls were going shopping for something before coming back to the house—and my palms sweated the closer we got to our shitty driveway. My phone buzzed in my hand and I knew it was Kenzie. I ignored it. I had to keep my word before I read what she texted.Because even if she won’t take me back, I’m coming clean.
I would tell her brother. Now.
“Aaron, you got a minute to talk when we get back?” I asked, my voice scratchy.
