The Quarterbacks Kiss

5 | Identities revealed

"I don't regret one bit of my love towards Logan West." - Gracie Owens, Our misfortune
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Eve

"Okay so hear me out before you say anything, okay?" Katie slides up next to me and Hunter in the dining room as I am in the middle of chewing my apple, I stare at her for a solid moment before slowly nodding.

"My band is playing in this really cute bar in two days, and-"

"Katie-" I cut her off but don't get very far as she presses her finger to my mouth shutting me up. Okay then.

"I know you don't really like going out but this is really important to me and-"

"I'll go." I blurt out, desperate to erase disappointment off her face, longing to see that bright smile that instantly appears moment I agree.

I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid.

Nick and Maia eventually join our table and the conversation around me starts to flow, allowing me to discreetly check my phone under the table. I scroll through the endless articles of my father, stopping when I find one posted eight hours ago. My heart starts to accelerate, my fingers shaking as my eyes dart around the screen trying to find a location.

A breath of relief floods through me. Washington. I'm okay, he's in Washington, the other side of the country.

I'm not afraid.

Abruptly my phone pings and it nearly slips through my fingers, I fumble around to grab it checking who's messaged me. Knowing there is only a handful of people who actually message me on a daily basis.

Lizzie: How's the princess doing?

I catch myself resisting a smile, Lizzie has always been like an older sister to me. She is family.

Me: was wondering when I would get a text from you.

Lizzie: Stop evading the question

Me: Is Luke making you ask?

Lizzie: Lukes at an away game right now, I wanted to know how my baby sista was doing. I love you always E.

I'm about to respond but a crash and laughter in the opposite corner of the dining room causes me to look up from my phone. The football team is there, laughing and hitting each other, my eyes roam around the table involuntary. An odd pit in my stomach appears when my eyes return to the foo din front of me. Disappointment, I realise.

Fuck no.

No, just no. Disappointed that I can't shout in his face maybe, but I am not disappointed that Carson Blake isn't there. That would be a disgrace to all the bad bitches before me.

"I'm going to go to class, I'll see you guys later."

I keep my eyes in front of me the whole walk to business, my AirPods on full blast or more specifically 0'3 Bonnie & Clyde. I make sure to keep my head down and ignore the passer-by's. Adjusting my bag as I awkwardly walk into class five minutes early, I sit myself in the corner of the very busy classroom.

I pull down my hood, not bothering making greetings with the person next to me. Instead I pull out my phone and scroll through tons of meaningless posts, lingering on the post the New York rangers made about my brother.