Truth be Told ✔️

Chapter 18

Every part of me had wanted to storm out of there and never look back because there were two things I did not tolerate and did not give second chances for in a relationship.

One was lying. Unless you were lying about where you were going because you were secretly planning a surprise party for me, I didn't look back on liars. It was the ultimate betrayal of trust for me. The second was cheating. Wether in games or on your partner, it didn't matter. Cheating was the most extreme and hurtful version of lying and nobody should look past that.

The only reason I stayed and watched them was because I needed a ride home. It had gotten dark fast and I had a little more than sense to not walk the mile or so that it was back to my house. Especially not in Brentwood's territory.

I really was desperate, because I was dying because of how torturous the game was for me. I was mad at Blake, so there was no way in hell that I enjoyed watching him dominate the other team.

But this was just what was happening in front of me. That was just the first half of pain. Oh, yeah, because behind me were the three fake ass musketeers gossiping to each other or spreading rumors about me through the section.

And then there was the occasional 'accidental' water bottle thrown at my head.

When the whistles blew, signaling the end of the game, students trampled each other to storm the field. I, however, walked in the opposite direction towards the gate. While they celebrated the win, I celebrated the end of the game, so to treat myself, I walked over to the concessions stand.

"What can I get you?" A mom asked me with a tired smile. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun, which I totally related too.

I peered at the picked over stock in front of me. "Just a Reese's and a water," I replied.

She nodded and maneuvered elegantly through the other works to grab me a water from the cooler, and a Reese's from the shelf. She handed me my food and I handed her recompense.

"Long night?" I chuckled.

She heaved a heavy sigh. "You could say that. I don't usually do this, but they desperately needed someone to fill in, so my husband blackmailed me into this."

"Do you have a son on the team?" I asked curiously. A part of me thought she might be Anthony's mom, but she seemed too intelligent, too normal to be his mom.

The mom nodded. She pulled out her bun and began to rake her fingers through her raven hair. "Yeah, he's a senior. And usually it's the freshman moms that have to work the stand, but like I said, my husband blackmailed me."

"I can understand," I laughed.

She smiled. "What's your name, dear? You look to be a senior," she remarked.

"I wish," I said. "I'm actually a junior. And my name is Alexa."

She raised an eyebrow. "You don't say," she murmured. "But your not a senior?"

I shook my head. "No. My brother's a senior, and I'm a junior. We are both the oldest in our classes."

"Well, perhaps you may know my son," she smiled. "His name is Blake. Blake Baron." Her smile widened. "There he is now."

For the most part, I was a smart kid. I was pretty good at thinking on my feet. But wow was my brain slow at processing what I was hearing because never had the possibility that this outcome would come true crossed my mind.

It wasn't until a traitorous hand slipped around my waist that I knew that everything that I had just heard was real. I had been chatting up Blake's mom for well over five minutes against my vow to never speak to anything remotely related to him again.