Love The Game: Overtime

Chapter 22

Avery's POV

As I stormed out of the apartment I wanted to scream. I practically ran down to my car. When I got there, I was so angry that my hands were shaking. I could barely get the car door open. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing. I got in the car and turned the music up. I screamed and shouted and cursed. All the blood in my body was flowing and I felt like if I didn't start running or moving or something I would explode, but then within a second everything stopped. Everything went silent. All my thoughts stopped, and then my heart stopped. What did I just do? I sat in the car and started to hate myself.

What the fuck did I just do? Did I really just say those things? What the fuck is wrong with me? I can't breathe. My hands are still shaking and my heart is pounding. Why did she have to bring up Kris? Why the hell did she keep pushing? Why did she have to keep making it so much worse? Fuck Kris. Fuck this. FUCK.

I slammed my hand on the steering wheel and screamed again. I can't go back up there. I can't leave. I can't fucking breathe. I looked at the clock on the dashboard. 9:38. Callie had sent me the location of the party that's supposed to be going on tonight. I don't even know if Cal is there already. I put the car in reverse and pulled out of the parking spot. I put the address into my phone and turned on the GPS. The party was 10 minutes away. I drove there the entire time telling myself to turn around. Telling myself that I shouldn't go. Telling myself that Sara already hates me. Telling myself that I'm such a terrible person and how I hate myself more than Sara ever could. Telling myself to just go home.

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I drove up to the house that the party was at. There were a lot of people here. I parked my car and sat in it for a good 15 minutes, just watching people go in.

Go home. Go home. Go home. Go home.

I got out of the car and walked into the house. I had my phone in my back pocket. I took it out and turned it on Do Not Disturb. I don't want anyone trying to text me. Honestly if I could throw the damn thing away I would. I walked into the house and I instantly hated everyone. There're too many damn people here. I waded through smoke and people and some couples making out. Gross. I made my way to the kitchen where I saw Dillon and Michelle and a couple other people from the team. When they saw me they said,

"Holy shit its Atkinson." I just smiled and walked towards them. Michelle walked around behind me like she was looking for something.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked somewhat snappy.

"Where's your other half?" I wanted to run out.

"Home." I said flatly.

"Isn't she the one who likes to party? Not you?" Dillon asked.

"Do you guys want to talk about my girlfriend?" The word physically hurt to say, "Or do you want to take some shots." The girls all looked at each other and then in unison shouted

"Shots!"

I took 5 shots. Different stuff. I have no idea what it was if I'm being honest. It tasted like shit and it hurt going down but I didn't care. Sara's never going to talk to me again. The girls made me a drink and then handed me the red solo cup. I drank it. Kind of fast.

My head is buzzing and honestly, I'm dizzy. I'm still hanging out with the basketball girls. We moved from the kitchen to the living room to outside then back into the living room. I looked down at my watch. I could barely read the time, and that's because it's an apple watch. I finally read the time after staring at it for almost a minute. 12:36. We were still in the living room when one of the girls named Stevie came up and sat down next to me.