2
“Why did you let Brittany run the 800–meter
race for you?”
Liam’s accusatory tone cut like a freaking
knife.
“I told you from the start, if you didn’t want to
run, don’t sign up. Bailing out and having
Brittany clean up your mess, and almost
getting her freaking hurt.”
He was practically sentencing me.
I wanted to tell him it wasn’t my choice to run
the 800 meter, someone put my name on the
freaking list as a stupid freaking prank
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I wanted to tell him I didn’t skip the race on
purpose, my mom freaking passed out and I
was at the freaking hospital taking care of
her.
I wanted to tell him I didn’t ask Brittany to run
for me, I told the freaking coach to find
someone else, but somehow, it turned into
Brittany…
But the words died in my throat, the moment I
saw the freaking ice in his eyes.
He liked Brittany, whether I had an excuse or
not, the fact that I indirectly freaking hurt her
was all that mattered.
He knew I didn’t do it on purpose, but he was
still freaking pissed at me.
Pissed because I hurt the woman he was
freaking obsessed with.
Explaining wouldn’t freaking make him chill.
