Chapter 16“Break up?” I thought I’d seen all of Waz’s expressions in the months between May and September, but when he slid back to sit against my headboard, he had one on his face I’d never seen before.
“I think we should.” It wasn’t a decision I came to lightly. One last football practice after school as I stood on the sidelines where we breathed the same air, one last missed field goal, one last time with him after, one last taste of his lips, of his c*m, maybe I didn’t deserve that.
“Why, Reddy? I thought we patched things up.”
His phone call right after the game against the Wizards two days earlier had started with an apology.
“I’m sorry I was mean to you.”
“Waz, you weren’t mean. You were hurting. We both were. Things have been hard.”
He asked about my audition.
I told him abo
