Chapter 23
Losing Battle
Spencer
Ripping out of the driveway, I head to the batting cage.
I've got to blow off some steam. Lighting a cigarette, I smoke it down like I'm addicted to them and have been denied for months.
When really, I only smoke when I'm drinking or stressed, but right now I'm pissed at myself for taking her up to my room.
I wanted her so bad, I dragged her up there, kissed her relentlessly, and then told her we couldn't. I played with her, and I didn't mean to.
I'm riding a line between Levi and Scarlett.
Between my best fucking friend and the girl I'm falling for.
I don't want to hurt either of them, and I know it's a losing battle.
As I approach the batting cage I set up, the balls shoot out, and I hit each one, releasing my anger and my lack of resistance toward her. It's like I have all the strength until I'm with her, and it crumbles.
Hit, I shouldn't have done that to her.
Hit. I’m a shitty friend. Sneaking around, kissing her, making her come.
Hit. I need to tell Levi, because I can’t stop wanting her.
Hit. I need to tell Scar I'm falling in love with her.
Hit. I need another cigarette.
After an hour of hitting and three smokes later, I head back home. Levi's car is still gone; he's usually home by now. I decided to call him. I sit in the truck and dial his number.
He answers, sounding groggy, “Hey man, are you heading home?” I ask.
I hear rustling. “No, at Jessica's. What up?”
I look at the dashboard, “It's almost midnight. Scarlett left my house about 10:30.”
“Is Grant home?” His voice sounded more awake.
“Yeah.”
“Shit, man. Alright, I'm heading home now, thanks for the call.”
“No problem. Bye.” Why was he so concerned if Grant was home? Just add it to my suspicion. He'd tell me, right? If something was going on? I think about it, fuck if I know, something is going on with Scarlett and me, and I haven't told him.
I head inside, ready to sleep this shit day off.