It Started With A Concussion ✔️

Chapter 46

I don't think I've ever been more anxious in my life.

Reason being I've been anticipating this weekend, and now that it's here, I don't know what to do.

And another reminder is ringing in the back of my head as I slip on my jeans.

I still have to talk to Liam.

I know. It's been days since he texted me, even less if you count the two times he asked me to hangout before today.

But I always found myself asking the group if we're doing anything, and when they told me we were, I rejected Liam's proposal.

I know I'm avoiding him, and I know it's wrong. Kayla and Hannah seem to think so too.

"You're gonna have to talk to him at some point you know that, right?" Kayla mentions.

I nod my head in response and sit down on my bed in stress. "I don't know why I keep avoiding him. I know I don't like him like that, so what's making me not go?"

Well..." Hannah sits on my bed with me. "Think about it like this. From what you've told the both of us, he sounds like a great guy. Honesty, he does." she admits and I lay my head on her lap. "And he came to you when you needed someone most, so he sounds like the obvious choice."

My brain is pounding against the sides of my head as I listen to her. Everything she's saying sounds about right. Except that they still know about what happened between Jackson and I.

For fucks sake I can't come clean to anyone can I?

Apparently.

"And it wasn't hard to see that you and Jackson had some ups and down this summer...unless there's something we're missing." Hannah puts her hand in my hair and scratches my head.

I wearily look into her eyes and she's basically pleading with me to tell them what happened.

And you know what? I did.

I told them everything I told my mom on the beach, leaving out anything they already knew. I thought the conversation would be a rocky mess, but it wasn't. I was able to get everything off my chest along with their understanding.

"So yeah," I start choking on my words because I somewhat feel like an asshole. "At that point in time he was the perfect fucking choice. But now..."

A tear slips from my eye and I can't say anymore without huffing it out. "Oh baby..." Hannah coos at me as I rest my head on Kayla's shoulder.

"Please don't cry over this Em." Kayla tells me and puts her arm around me. "Listen, you don't need to talk to him today if you're not up for it. But I do recommend you do it soon, for yourself and him."

"Exactly." Hannah adds on. "You should tell him soon, but you don't have to tell him today."

Hannah wipes the tear off my cheek and gives me one of her 'happy smiles' which makes me smile in return. Damn her and her 'happy smile.'

"So put that in the back of your mind and let's go cheer on our boyfriends." Kayla laughs.

"He's not my boyfriend." I tell her.

"Emery." Hannah stands up from my bed and pulls me with her. "He basically is."

Again, another 'happy smile' is flashed my way and you know what, I smiled. I fucking smiled at the though of him being my boyfriend.

Damn you Hannah Marshall.

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Fourth of July was always a notable celebration in my town. Besides the fireworks, and open water, it was the Summer League Championship that brought everyone together. Nobody was missing that.