G O O D L U C K - kate martin

CHAPTER SIX: 06

          I've always been close with Blake. He's known about everything I've done, everyone I've talked to, broken up with, the times I've sneaked out, and more. Besides Caroline, he practically knows everything about me. He's the same way with me too. I took him out to lunch today just to catch up with him. He updated me on his relationship with his girlfriend. As much as I want him to find love, it's obvious his girlfriend Ava, isn't interested in him anymore. According to him, she'll leave him on seen or delivered for days on end. She'll send him nudes over the weekend, ask him to come over, ask him to drive her to parties. All he wants is a loving girlfriend. They've only been together for about six months, so it wouldn't be too damaging to end things with her, but he just can't get over how she used to be.

"Now all she does is party. She's gotten into drugs and drinking. Sure, I'm not a complete saint either, but she's talked about smoking almost every time I've hung out with her in the past month." He signs while picking around his food. I take a sip of my sweet tea, taking in the information, trying to give him the best advice. "I know it's hard, and it's not what you want to hear, but with scouts looking for you, and seeing that your girlfriend is dragging you off the parties and stuff," He looks up, realizing his career is an aspect in the relationship, "they care about that stuff, Blake. You need to be careful." He sighs once again, checking his phone for notifications from Ava. "I know but-" He stops himself. "I think you should end it. It's for the better." I smile at him with soft eyes, hoping it's enough to convince him. "Only if you help me let her off easy." I nod and throw my hand out across the table, offering on shaking to the deal.

"Now, tell me about that dude on Instagram." He says as he pulls up the screenshot from the other day. I explained it to Blake just like I did Kate. Saying he's very sweet, gravitates towards me, etc but it feels like something's missing. Now this is what I didn't tell Kate; he reminds me too much of what I imagine Kate acting if we were together. I never admit anything to my brother, as it would prove he is right, but I'm stuck between 'I'm convincing myself she likes me because she is gay' and 'I like her'.

Unsure on how to go about my feelings for the two of them, once we got home I just broke down. I was confused inside. I really thought Adam was very sweet and charming. I could see a long lasting relationship with him, but something gravitates me towards Kate, similar to how it seems Adam does with me. That's when I decide to FaceTime Adam. As soon as it picked up, my game face was on. "Hey, baby," his signature greeting anytime we called, a smile instantly forming. "Hi, do you have anything the first day back on campus?" I ask him, he nods with a similar grin he had on the other night, "Perfect, wanna do something?" The nod and grin is back. All those memories and drunk thoughts are engraved in my mind as we plan for dinner the night before the first day of classes. "How's Kansas, Mace?" I groan at the thought that I hadn't filled him in on my whole life, "I'm not from Kansas, but yeah it's good." his jaw drops and asks all offended of the news. "Well damn, where ya been girl?" He says, the perfect tone that causes you to giggle, face burning bright red. That's when I let it all out, telling him about the military and living without my mom and dad around 24/7. I talk to him about Blake and how he's my best friend. "So when you tell him everything, does that include me too?" He asks. That stupid ass grin still plastered across his face. I nod covering my face is embarrassment. "Is this girl blushing, huh?" Nagging at me, "Oh, don't flatter yourself..." I roll my eyes at him. "I will gladly flatter myself as you said something different the other night," he exclaimed, winking. Shocked at his statement, I playfully flip him off, threatening him, "And I have no problem ending this call right now and never talking to you again," he salutes to me, "aight aight, there's no need to do that now, is there baby?" his southern accent now raspy and deep, missing him in my ear. I roll my eyes at all his cocky responses. Something about his confidence drags me in, wanting to even it out. Level out with him. By this point, both of us are just leaning against the surface were by, with our phone propped up in front of us, and both of us can't help but just grin. His dimple is more prominent than ever. He breaks the silence of admiring each other, "so is next Sunday a date?" I look around, pretending to not know the answer, "only if you make it one." I say flirtatiously winking at him, similar to what he would do.