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Denial Is Your Best Friend
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2024-09-22 12:05:26
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DOM First-day classes were a drag. I could hardly concentrate on anything. It pissed me off that I was disappointed about not having any classes with Miles. I shouldn't have been disappointed. I was trying to stay away from her anyway. The confusion invaded my mind all day like a sickness with no cure. I didn't even know how I survived afternoon practice. I still walked off the field aching from disciplinary lunges and push-ups. I couldn't blame the coach for being hard on me or my teammates for shooting glares of death. I'd do the same if one of them were slacking as much as I was. I got home around 7 p.m. and dinner had already started. There was no sign of Miles after practice, so I assumed she made it home on her own, but when I sat down at the table, she wasn't there. "Where is Miles?" asked my father. My brows furrowed in confusion. It was a little off to me that Ms. Valentine didn't seem the slightest bit interested in where her daughter was. In fact, she looked anno
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Last Updated : 2024-09-24My Bruised Heart Put. It. On.
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MILES I waited for Dom to get out of practice, spending time in the library. Classes had been hell. I tried my hardest not to bump into anyone or lean back on my chair, but it was all wishful thinking. It did feel much better than it had this morning. Having it wrapped up made it easier to move and to bear. It was also hotter than the devil's ball sack outside, so I kept to the shadows like I was some vampire. Dom had tried to find me during lunch, but I didn't have it in me to face him just yet. Even though I was avoiding him, I couldn't help liking that he texted me. Dom: Where are you? Miles: Why? Dom: I want to check your back again. I flushed at that one. It almost seemed like he cared. But I knew the truth. He felt sorry for me. Miles: I'm fine. Dom: Miles... Miles: See you after practice. I closed my phone and put it in my bag, ignoring the constant buzzing. I had to silence it because it was disturbing my last class. When that ended, it was two forty-five. Doms pract
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DOM"Did you guys fuck?" asked Marcus, with a mouth full of food.When we returned to our table, he was already halfway done with his burger. I hadn't realized we took that long."Oh come on, I can't have relations with my big brother," said Miles waving her hand. I raised a brow in amusement. She didn't know Marcus knew."Oh, I know you guys have fucked before."Scratch that, now she knew.Miles aimed daggers at me with her eyes, dipping her fry into her milkshake. "What the fuck, Dom? You told him?"I shrugged casually. "He's my best friend, what did you expect?" She gaped at me." 'Keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and stay fuck out of my sight.' " She mocked with a deep voice that sounded nothing like mine.Marcus almost spit out his food, laughing with his fist over his mouth."I don't sound like that," I deadpanned, pouring ketchup on my plate. Had I said that to her? I fucking did. I mean, of course I did."Dude, you totally sound like that. Almost every day," chimed
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MILES The week passed by quickly. With my classes, which were on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, I hardly spent any time at home. Wednesday and Friday were my off days, but Dom still had morning and evening practice, his only free day on Sundays, and had insisted I go with him. He was an excellent caretaker. Maybe too excellent. He rebandaged my back every chance he got. His hands were always careful and gentle, and sometimes I could feel his fingers run along the nape of my neck before he'd look away and finish up. We didn't say much to each other during those times, but I could tell he was biting his tongue on the matter. I hadn't asked him to kiss me anymore either. Not that I didn't want to, just that he was quick to leave after he was done. Dominic wasn't avoiding me like he had before, and he wasn't being an ass either. He'd just ruffle my hair and tell me he had to go before I had a chance to say anything. So, I guess, in a way, he was avoiding me. He drew a clear line, a
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