“I'm showering,” I said, and with that he turned around and left my bedroom.
I allowed the warm water to soothe my aching muscles. I stood under the water for a while, allowing my brain to catch up to reality. I had a hangover, an excruciating headache, a long day at practice, and a hole in my chest because Isla had been disappointed and hurt by my reputation and Janice.
There were a lot of things to fix, a lot of things to work on, but first… breakfast. I knew Isla would not want to talk to me, but I had hope; after all, on Monday I had class with her.
I wanted to text her, to apologize, but Daniel took my phone away. He was right; it was for my own good. I was itching to send her a message. I wanted to see if she texted me… I didn't care if the text told me to f**k off.
I walked
