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I move closer, trying to hear what he is saying. I want to roll my eyes when I catch his words.
“…then I threw the ball, and it landed perfectly in Smith’s hands. It was beautiful. Best pass of the game. Coach thinks it will catch the eye of Seattle. I would kill to play for them. I mean, I could play withtheGarrett Stone and Jude Taylor. They are some of the best in the league. Man, playing with a team like that would be a dream. There would be no way we wouldn’t come out on top at the end of the season.”
It is killing me to not walk up to him and teach him a lesson. To scream into his face about what he is doing every time he leans down and kisses the trampy woman next to him.
How could he think she is better than Lyla? Lyla has long, beautiful blonde hair. The brightest blue eyes I have ever seen in my life. Not only does she look like an actual goddess, but she is kind. She has a good heart. I haven’t talked with her much over the years, but I have seen the way she helps others.
She is genuinely an amazing human being.
She doesn’t deserve this shitstain of a person. Or should I say, he doesn’t deserve her.
I take a step forward but am caught by a hand on the shoulder.
I look back to see Kellan with Cora standing next to him.
“Hey, Wyatt. Why don’t we go into the kitchen?” She gives me a small, sad smile.
“I can handle myself. Kellan, get off of me,” I growl at him.
He shakes his head. “I can’t let you do it, man. I know it would feel good at the time, but it wouldn’t be good for you. Go take a walk. If you still want to punch him when you get back, I will help you get away with it. Scout’s honor.”
I take a deep breath and look back at the asshole. He is oblivious to the thoughts running through my head.
Kellan is right, though.
“Fine. I’ll be out back.”
I storm away from him, leaving Kyle behind as well. I step outside, closing the door behind me.
I need to get my shit together. I can’t let him ruin my peace.
I close my eyes as I lean against the house.
If only she wasn’t always what I see.
three
Idunk another Oreo in the milk as I watch the old Western show Dad enjoys. I never paid much attention to it before, butThe Riflemanisn’t such a bad show.
I hear the lock turn in the door, making me sit up. In walks my brother, holding some groceries.
“What are you doing home?” I ask.
“Boss let us go early with pay. Said he had some things to do. So I stopped and bought some things.”
“Oh. That’s nice of him. We are watchingThe Riflemanif you want to join.” I settle back into my seat, popping another Oreo in my mouth.
I hear Will rustling in the kitchen before he comes in and sits on the opposite end of the couch.
“Why don’t you go out? Dad is almost asleep anyway.”
I turn toward him. “You could go out, you know.”
He shakes his head. “I want to play some video games and then crash. You should go enjoy being a college kid. Go to a party or something. It’s Saturday night. There has to be a party going on somewhere.”
He’s right. There is. The hockey house is having their first party of the season. I could go, but Kyle will probably be there.
“I don’t really want to go,” I mumble.
