13. Charlie

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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CHARLIE

IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS and it feels like an eternity has passed. I'm a mess. Distracted. I'm not playing well, I'm not listening in class and I'm too buried into Savannah that I can't help myself.

Savannah ignored my calls, ignored my messages. The warmth of Savannah's presence had become an integral part of my daily rhythm, and without her I feel as if I'm left cold, in an empty room, wet and freezing. The once filled rooms in my chest feel empty and I crave for her presence to feel complete.

My fingers trace my phone as I see the messages I sent her. She hasn't even read them.

I'm afraid that she thinks I don't want her anymore, because I placed my palm over her mouth so I wouldn't kiss her. So I wouldn't feel her lips against mine. I can't feel her and then deal with her being gone. I just can't let myself feel her and then not have her. I can't do that to myself.

I need to know that she's staying for me to kiss her, for me to completely fall, but a part of me thinks I'm already in love with her. I'm already so gone I can't see the exit.

I went to her apartment but she didn't let me in, Ivy didn't even open the door. I didn't know if Ivy was even there.

I'm so lost without her. I'm incomplete without her and I'm yearning for the moment I finally see her. When she's in my arms and I get to smell her breezy scent. I get to hear her laugh and breathing, alive in my arms.

I hope to god Savannah isn't thinking that I don't like her. But I can't kiss her. I can't.

Werner climbs back into the booth shoving a beer in front of me. "Here. Maybe this'll help whatever's eating at you."

I grunt, taking a long gulp, hoping it'll drown out the mess in my head.

Werner leans back, crossing his arms, his eyes narrowing at me. "You've been off for days, man. What's going on?"

I shrug, not looking up.

"You've been sloppy, distracted. I need my best player back."

"You've always known I'm not looking to play pro." I watch him as he shakes his head and sighs. His eyes are trained on me and I know he's close to hitting the back of my head to knock some sense into me.

"I know." His voice becomes softer and I lean back. "But I am. And I need you with me out there. Can't do it without my right-hand man."

The worry behind his eyes makes me feel worse and I bite my lip before nodding. "I'll get it together. I promise."

And we both know I mean it. I never break a promise.

Werner doesn't say anything for a moment, then nudges me. "You better. I can't carry this team on my own." He cracks a grin, trying to lighten the mood. "And I definitely can't let you think you're better than me."

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