Gold Rush

cold shoulder

͙⁺˚* ✫ Johnny ✫ ͙⁺˚*

"There was a litany of reasons why"

March 25, 2005

I was a fucking eejit.
And Gibsie had reminded me of that a solid seventeen times.

"Oh and for the record," He sighed, "You've really gone and fucked up."

"I think we gathered that," I snapped, rolling my eyes.

I had made the fatal error of showing up at Gracelyn's house and letting her cuddle up against my chest. In the moment it felt so right, not to mention the fact I let my emotions get the better of me.

Gracie was my sister's best friend, she wasn't mine to touch. She was dating my teammate for fucks sake.

A teammate I really respected and actually fucking liked. She was off limits.

"The fuck am I supposed to say?" I groaned.

"Good question, Cap," Gibsie shrugged, "No matter what you say, she's going to be mad."

"Can you give me some helpful advice, ya gobshite?" I scoffed, dropping my head into my hands.

"How about you tell her you're a fucking eejit?" He offered with a shit eating grin.

I grabbed one of my pillows and chucked it at his head.

"Relax, lad," He chuckled, "I'm only messing. Just tell her you're sorry and that you respect her and Theo's relationship too much to mess it up."

"Then it sounds like I want to be with her," I sighed, "I don't want to string the girl along. I want to make it clear I fucked up by playing with her feelings."

"It's times like these I bet you wish my time machine worked," Gibsie giggled.

My bedroom door swung inward without warning, and since Gibsie was sitting across from me, that meant it was Grace.

"Ah, there you are, Gibs," She smiled, coming to sit on my bed with us, "Addy was looking for you. She said something about needing help undoing her dress."

I watched my bastard of a best friend's eyes light up and he practically jumped off my bed and sprinted towards the door.

"Sorry, Johnny," He winked, "Duty calls."

I grabbed another pillow to throw at him but he closed the door before it could hit him.

"I'm going to kill him," I huffed.

"I was kidding," Grace laughed, "Addy doesn't need help with shit, I just wanted to get you alone."

Shit.

"Look, Grace," I began, "I'm really sorry about the other night, I shouldn't have come over and I definitely shouldn't have cuddled with you."

I'm an asshole.
I'm an asshole.
I'm an asshole.

Her smile faltered and she nodded slowly, "Classic Johnny."

"Gracie, I'm-"

"No, shut up, Johnny," She scoffed, "You always do this shit! You act like maybe you might like me and then you turn around and give me the cold shoulder."

"I didn't mean to," I gaped, "I was just so fucking overwhelmed."

"Right, because that's an excuse!" She rolled her eyes, looking completely furious with me.

"You have a boyfriend!" I blurted out.

She laughed maniacally and stood up from my bed, "I fucking know that! You're the one who got inside my head! Go fuck yourself, Johnny Kavanagh. I'm so over you and your shit."

"Gracie, come on-"

She stormed over to the door and slammed it so hard my walls shook.

Fuck my life.

I'd really fucked it up this time.
But maybe she'd finally get over me.

Maybe it was for the better.