Lies. All lies. I did cry. No one saw it though… Well, Jayden had earlier that night…but we aren’t speaking of that again in the history of ever.
“You cried over Seth a lot,” she says, and I don’t gasp. I expected her to say it, but Mandie obviously didn’t.
“What the shit, Del?” she scolds and I nod.
“And we don’t talk of that,” I point out. “For the sake of our friendship, I better never hear his name come out of that pretty mouth of yours again. Add Jayden to that list too, please.”
Looking back at me, she lets out a breath, shaking her head. “I’m just worried.”
“Dude, relax. I promise. If there was an issue, I’d tell you. The quicker I can forget that scum, the better,” I say with a shrug. “He’s no sweat off my back. I don’t even care anymore. I just want to go home and get ready for training season.”
“But he ruined our trip,” she says sadly, and he did, but I would never let her know that.
“No, not at all. I had the best weekend,” I say, faking a grin. She smiles back at me, and I know she wants to say more, but I don’t allow her to.
Looking down at my phone, I go to put on some I Prevail, but unfortunately, Mandie is turning in her seat, looking back at me. I try to ignore her, not wanting to make eye contact, but when she’s staring at me hard-core, I finally look up. Pushing pause, I say, “Yes, Mandie?”
“Just throwing this out there,” she says slowly, and I can already tell I’m not gonna like it.
“Yeah?”
“What if he was really trying to be a good guy,” she asks and my brow rises.
“How in the ever-loving fuck is he being a good guy, Mandie? Please enlighten me!” Delanie yells, and Mandie glares before smacking her in the arm, which in return causes the car to swerve. And I swear, I’m gonna die before I get into the NHL.
“Oh my God! Mandie, you almost killed us!” Delanie screams, righting the car and glaring while I hold on for dear life in the back seat.
I just want to go home.
“You overdramatic crybaby, shut up and drive!” she yells back, and I swear I’m gonna die. To my utter disbelief, though, Mandie then turns in her seat and proceeds to say, “I mean, maybe he did it to be nice because you two were drunk, and he didn’t want you to regret anything. He didn’t seem like a dick to me.”
“You are dumb,” Delanie says. Even though I had considered what Mandie is saying, I slap shot it out of my mind because he is the mayor of Doucheville.
No, the fucking king.
Asshole.
“Mandie,” I say softly.
“Yeah?”
“I love you, I do, but if you don’t turn around right now and never allow Jayden Sinclair’s name to leave your lips again, I will hurt you.”
Glaring, she says, “You can’t tell me you love me and then threaten to kill me all in the same sentence. I’m just trying to help here.”
“I said hurt.”
“Still.”
“Whatever, I’m trying to forget here,” I remind her. “Now, let’s all say it together, Jayden Sinclair and what happened with him is now an off-limits subject.”
“Seriously?” Delanie asks.
“Be real,” Mandie adds. “You can’t hold it in. I can see you are falling apart.”
“Seriously? I don’t fall apart over some dude who didn’t want me!”
“It was pretty bad,” Delanie says, sadness in her eyes. “I mean, I would be devastated.”