Love In Destin ✔

26 - are you bored yet?

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THE WATER SLOUCHING between my hair sprays onto the floor as I rub my towel against my wet hair. It joins the hazy glow on the floor from the morning sun. While I plug in the hairdryer, my phone rings as it lies on my yet-to-be-made bed, tangled between the sheets. I place the hairdryer on my desk and grab the phone to see 'Brent' as the caller.

"Someone finally remembers I exist," I say, settling onto my bed.

"Where have you been? You've been missing practice, and we have a game in a week,"

"Did you even bother to ask coach where I've been? I'm on a two-week suspension cause of Carter,"

"What he'd do?"

"I don't know, maybe accused me of wrecking his car," I run a hand through my hair, wetting it as strands of it now lace between my fingers. I clench my teeth as the situation comes to my attention, "Care to explain, Brent?"

"You were being a ninny, so I got the job done for you," he says, and just from the sound of his voice, I can tell he has a smug expression.

A loud groan escapes me, "What do you mean got the job done?! There was no job to be done. I made myself clear when I said I didn't want to do it, didn't I?!"

"It was worth it. You should see how Carter has been whining about his car the past week," he chuckles.

"Do you even care that I got suspended?"

"Look, Rick, there's no use crying over spilt milk, okay? Just get through this suspension and get your ass back at school. We've still got this dare business to get over," he says before cutting the call. I blow out a frustrated rush of air. My insides thrum with anger, and I take a few moments to gather my thoughts.

Despite the frown on my face, I blow dry my hair and search for clean clothes to wear in the mess of my cupboard. A sleeveless grey T-shirt and jeans do the trick, and I tread to our spacious kitchen to grab something to eat. As I open the fridge, my phone buzzes in my front pocket, causing me to grind my teeth. "I swear if it's Brent again, I won't hesitate driving all the way to school to give him a punch,"

Hey Rickard, can't wait to see you. After months of not texting Noah, seeing his message come up is weird.

You know it's Rick, I write back, grabbing milk from the fridge. After putting cereal in a bowl, I pour the milk and begin munching on it as I stare at his next text.

Relax, I was only messing with ya, He says with a winking emoji. You still with that chick, Sabrina? I remember how you couldn't shut up about her.

You mean how you overheard me talking about her to Mark? Besides, we broke up.

Why?

I just don't feel like dating a cheater anymore.

She cheated?! Why didn't you tell me?

I let out a humourless laugh, rolling my eyes. You're funny. You know why. I finish our conversation there and don't even bother to look at what he sends next. Finishing the last remnants of my cereal, my phone buzzes and I set it to 'Do Not Disturb' mode.

While I rinse the bowl in the sink, thoughts of why Noah texted run through my mind. He only texts when he's about to come home, and usually the only time he comes home is if he has vacation, and it's nowhere near his vacation. The other reason is when—realisation hits me like a bulldozer as the bowl unconsciously slips from my fingertips and falls to the ground with a loud crash.