After being cheated on by her fiancé, the last thing Lydia wants to do is room with her brother and his 2 roommates, but what happens when she has no where else to go?
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Devastated by a betrayal...
Maybe before we went to the club later in the week I could find somewhere that taught Krav Maga or self defense to brush up on some of my skills...lord knows I would need it facing off against a man like Rafael who could easily break me in half like a twig if he got the chance.
If anything went south I needed to be able to defend myself and not rely on anyone else to save me. No one was there to save me all those years ago, and I wasn't able to save myself, but I wasn't letting that happen again, never again.
I shivered as the memories threatened to overtake me so I sharpened my vision and focused on the present, where my therapist told me I should always live and I listened intently to Amalia's new conquest- a girl she'd met at the farmer's market.
"She was funny and witty and she flirted with me too, so I'm pretty sure she's game. I wish I had a picture to show you!"
"She sounds awesome, girl. I'm glad you're not still hung up on that girl from the club last week. I mean, if she ditched you she's not worth it. I don't even remember her name."
"Marilyn," she told me despondently, and I realized that she was a little more torn up about the girl that I had originally thought.
"Hey listen...I'm going to Oceans later this week with Emmett, do you wanna come? Maybe she'll be there?"
"Yeah, and I can go with the girl from the farmer's market and make her jealous! Oh my god, thank you so much! Wait, you're going with Emmett? What about that Rafael guy? Didn't you go on a date with him too?"
"Yeah...that's a long story. We're gonna need a drink for that."
Thirty minutes later and the entire story finally told, Amalia was ready to fight.
"Okay so when we're at the club, I'll keep an eye on him and his friends that he's with. You know, I bet I could fake seduce one of them and then we would be able to get him alone?"
"That's not actually a bad idea. Despite your affinity for women, you do have a way with getting men to do whatever you want them to do..."
"It's because when I flirt I just don't give a shit. I do whatever and I say whatever comes to mind, and it always works."
"Wow. Maybe I should try that sometime..." I trailed off as we both dissolved into fits of laughter.
"Okay so now all you have to do is call up your dad and say you want to come over for dinner, have a family meeting or whatever."
"Right, like it's that easy..."
"Well, isn't it?"
"Not really. There's some...family dynamics that are pretty hard to explain."
She grabbed my phone from my bed and tossed it to me.
"Well we can talk about that later, this can't wait."
She was right, I just didn't want to admit it.
I hit my dad's contact and listened to the ring until finally he answered.
"Lydia?"
"Hey dad, it's me. Can we talk?"
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Practices were getting harder and harder as well as dodging the reporters that swarmed the field house afterwards trying to get an exclusive with me or follow me home.
News about my impending join to the Patriots was growing and I had multiple agents hot on my trail to get me on their firm.
"Mr. Scott?"
I whipped my head around as I made my way to my truck after practice.
"Yes?"
A woman in her mid thirties with short dark hair and dressed in professional attire approached me.
"I'm Lucille Vaughn, an agent with Sports Management Corp, and I would like to sign you to our firm.
Speak of the devil.
"Thank you, but I'm still deciding on who I want to represent me."
She wouldn't take no for an answer as she thrust her card in my direction.
"See all this? I could hire security and have these paparazzi gone in two seconds. As for any interviews, I could set them up so you're not ambushed after practice. I know what I'm doing, and I can get you any endorsement you could ever want. Just think about it."
There was a glint in her eye that told me that she wouldn't give up no matter how hard I tried so I took her card and promised I'd look into her company.
Pulling out of the parking lot, however, I spotted a certain football protege that was touted to be my 'rival', Drayton Merrick.
He wasn't someone I expected to see at my school, and I definitely didn't expect what I saw next.
Holding his hand with a million dollar smile on her mouth was none other than my ex-girlfriend, Marnie Thomas.
The emotions that swirled in my gut were all confusing, but there was one that overpowered most of them, and that one was rage.
I was angry that she'd just skipped over to the opposing side when I said no to her. Or, had she been with him the whole time and was just using me to get information on if I was really joining the Patriots or not...
That one made more sense, given the fact that her apology to me had been the most sincere she'd ever been to me in her entire life, and Marnie was never sincere.
Fumes were practically coming out of my ears as I drove home, and the only thing I wanted was to talk to Lydia but she was locked in her room having girl talk with her friend Amalia.
I had an itching to get into trouble...
And I knew just where to start.
I dialed up Marnie's number. She wasn't going to know that I caught her in her little act, and I was going to use that to my advantage.
