SMUT WARNING || NSFW
In the midst of college life, Jade Holland discovers her father's betrayal, sending her world into chaos. Determined to reclaim her power, she finds herself entangled with a star player on her father's lacrosse team, igniting a...
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Jade
Maggie sprawled across my couch, a bowl of popcorn balanced on her lap. "So," she started, dragging out the word. "How are you and Garrison? I haven't heard you talk about him in a few days."
I sighed, setting down my phone. "Yeah, well, there's not much to talk about. I haven't heard from him in a week."
She frowned, her hand pausing mid-air with a piece of popcorn. "What do you mean? Like, nothing at all?"
I shook my head, the frustration bubbling up again. "He's gone ghost, Mags. I've tried texting him, calling him, even showing up at his house. Anytime I go, he's magically not there. His roommates act super weird and say they don't know anything. Anytime I go to the field house, he's nowhere to be found. It's like he's completely avoiding me, and I have no idea why."
Maggie's mouth fell open. "What the actual fuck? When's the last time you guys hung out? What happened?"
I felt the tears welling up before I could stop them. I wiped at my eyes quickly, trying to keep it together. "Well... we slept together," I admitted, my voice cracking. "But it wasn't the first time we did that. I mean, it was different, but I thought he enjoyed it. I don't know. Maybe I'm crazy."
Maggie leaned forward, concern etched on her face. "Okay, so what else happened? Did anything weird go down?"
I hesitated, then sighed. "My dad showed up before, and I hid Garrison in my bedroom."
Her eyes widened. "Wait, what? Did your dad find out?"
"No," I said quickly. "At least, I don't think so. But even if he did, Garrison didn't seem that freaked out at the time. I just... I don't get it, Mags. I thought things were fine. I thought we were fine."
Maggie shook her head, a frown tugging at her lips. "That's so lame. Isn't the lacrosse team having a party tonight?"
"Yeah, I think so," I said, hesitant.
"Then we're going," she declared.
"What if I show up and he's with someone else?"
"Then fuck him," Maggie snapped. "At least you'll have an answer. Or better yet, you'll actually see him and get a chance to talk to him. I'll go with you. We'll pregame, get drunk, and have fun. Worst-case scenario, we cause a scene."
Despite everything, I smiled. "Are you sure? I don't know if this is a good idea."
Maggie stood up, setting the popcorn down with a determined look. "If I were in your shoes, I'd do whatever it takes to figure out what his problem is. You've been through so much just to be with him, and now he's ghosting you? That's not fair."
I thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "You're right. Fuck it. Let's do this."
An hour later, we were in my room getting ready. I pulled on a short denim skirt, knee-high brown leather boots, and a brown top that tied in the middle, leaving my stomach bare.
