A College Lie (A College Tale #2)

Chapter 17 - Crying in the closet | Olivia

Judging by how bad my attempt to make amends with Ella went, I should just go home and bury my sorrow with a bucket of ice cream. If Mariam hadn't been with her I wouldn't even have gotten the chance to talk to her but she didn't even let me explain anything.

I Would never have guessed that nice little Ella would be so upset about this, I do feel like shit over this whole mess and I know I am the only one to blame but I still didn't expect Ella to be so hard to apologize to.

Mariam on the other hand looked ready to forget everything and move on but she isn't as close to Dax as Ella, she doesn't have the imaginary brother-sister bond like Dax and Ella have.

If I want to make amends with Dax, and I do, I am going to need their help because he is in no way going to let me get close enough on my own. On reflex I called him after Ella rejected me on the quad because he was the first one I thought of when I was sad.

No surprise he didn't take my call.

I take a deep breath and slowly exhale in hopes of relieving some of the tension in my body right now. I have to get a hold of coach, I mean dad, for the assignment for our scheduled interview in a few minutes.

I know for a fact that even he knows about my giant failure judging by the text he sent me a few days ago telling me how disappointed he was. It was not fun reading but I already knew what he would think of it all.

Though I never planned for him to find out about the charade. My honest attention was to bring Dax to meet dad for dinner, no matter what anyone tells me or thinks it has developed into something real for me and I know Dax returned my feelings.

I take the last couple of steps before I am inside the corridor of the athletics building and I pray to not run into any of the boys. They all must think I am the worst scum of the earth and I can't take that.

I look around the corner and when I spot that the coast is clear I hastily walk down the long corridor and keep my eyes on the target, the coach's door. No dad's door.

I really need to stop seeing him as 'the coach' since it's what got me into this mess in the first place. He is my dad and I need to accept that to myself.

The door creaks and I can see the handle move from the outside, there must be someone on the inside getting ready to get out of his office. It can't be dad because he is expecting me in thirty seconds so it has to be someone else.

I freeze in my tracks as I realize that it could be one of the players and look frantically for a way out. Because of the shape of the long corridor I have no choice but to remain in my track and hope for the best. It could also be a staff member and I tell myself that over and over again.

The door creaks open for just an inch and I can hear voices on the inside saying their goodbyes.

"Thanks coach, you are the best!"

"No worry son, just let me know if there's anything I can do to help out, I want my stars to be in top shape for saturday's game"

"Don't worry, we will be alright?" It sounded like a leading question for someone else in the room but I didn't hear a third voice.

"Trust me, we will be" that voice said again and dread fills me as I realize that it's Dom's voice on the other end.

My hands start to shake as a body emerges from the room with his back to me. He holds the door open for a second body to exit the office and as soon as I see the shape of his arm my heart drops.

He walks out of the office with a slumped body posture and he is radiating sadness with every step he takes. He still looks perfect, a strong body that can protect anything from a threat and the tattoos are prominent on his exposed arms under his t-shirt and I can even see some of his chest tattoos peek out at the neckline of his shirt.