Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“Get in.” He opened the door.

I sat inside, pissed that I had listened. He locked the doors as he peeled onto the street.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Home.”

I’d never been so mad at any man in my life. Sam drove like a speed racer. It didn’t take long to figure out he meant we were headed to San Antonio. I looked out the window and refused to speak to him.

“If you won’t talk to me, maybe you can sit and listen.”

“I’d rather not,” I replied.

“Natalia, I did not leak the photo of us. I won’t say it didn’t cross my mind.”

I glared at him. Was he being serious?

“That’s right, I did think about it, but I wasn’t going to do that. I’m not a fucking weasel. I want you. But only if you want me too. This is a two-way street, baby.”

I looked at the road. He was driving as if it we were on a one-lane highway, fast and furious.

He continued. “I’ve never told you about Maddie. And maybe I should have. But there’s a reason I didn’t.”

I waited for his explanation.

“She crushed me. Obliterated all the feelings I had. I was in love with that girl in college. And she cheated on me with my roommate.”

I bit my lower lip. I wanted to say something nice, but I remembered I was royally pissed.

Sam kept talking. “It was at the beginning of my senior season. I had red-shirted so this was my fifth year. It was the most important one of my life. There were scouts looking at me. I had agents courting me. It was my chance to finally get a ticket into the pros. And out of nowhere, this girl who I thought was in my corner, was actually fucking my friend. Sorry.” He winced.

“Anyway, it almost ruined everything. The first game I started dropping balls in the end zone. I was late to practice. I lost weight. It was a nightmare. But then one day I woke up and realized I wasn’t going to let her take my dream from me. She could break my heart, but she couldn’t ruin my entire future. And like that, everything snapped back into place.”

“Wow,” I whispered. “That’s a terrible, yet inspiring story.” I hadn’t meant to say anything.

He looked at me. “Yes, it is. And I haven’t seen her in a few years. She called me when I was at your place in Austin.”

“Wait, is that the call that had you all pissed off?”

“Mmmhmm. She said Todd kicked her out and she needed money and there was nowhere else to turn, so she called me as an old friend.”

“And you turned her down?”

“Hell yes, I turned her down. I wasn’t going to give her anything. So when she showed up a couple days ago, it was suspicious. She had some lame story about wanting to get back together.”

I bristled when he mentioned that part.

“But I showed her the picture of you and told her how insanely crazy I am about you and how you’re my future.”

“You said that?”

He nodded. “I did. I wanted her to see how happy I was with you. How happy you make me. So I shoved the damn picture from the lake in her face. But then she started crying and I left my phone for a few seconds. I guess it was long enough for her to get the photo. Now I realize she was approached by one of the outlets to get the scoop on me. She did it for the money. She doesn’t care about who you are or that she cost you your job. She doesn’t care about what it did to me to see you hurt. She’s always been a tunnel-vision kind of person.”

“And a complete bitch,” I added.

He laughed. “And that.”

“I didn’t want to leave the Goddesses, Sam. Not like this. I was really starting to like those gold boots.”