I pointed the spatula at him with each question.
He put up his hands. “Not so loud, man. I don’t know who she was with, but she asked where you were.”
“She asked where I was? What did you say?” At this rate, I was never going to start cooking the eggs.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I said you were in your room. I don’t really remember.”
Damn.
That was why Sunny had been right there when my bedroom door opened and Hayley walked out of it. She definitely thought something was going on between us, and I couldn’t blame her. I would have drawn the same conclusion if the roles had been reversed.
“What’s up with the two of you anyway?”
“Nothing,” I said a little too quickly, and we both knew it. Denial came out fast, especially when it was a lie.
“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” he pushed, but I walked away from him and turned on the stove instead, cracking all six eggs into the pan.
My stomach growled, and I pressed my palm against it.
“How long until the guys are up? I want to go to the field and get some swings in.”
“Come on, Mac. It’s, like, our only day off,” Colin started to whine, and it irritated me.
Fall practice began tomorrow, and even though our team was bound by all sorts of NCAA rules and regulations, we skirted our way around them, rarely taking a day off until winter break.
“I’ll go alone,” I said as I continued scrambling. “Doesn’t matter to me,” I lied. It mattered but not enough to make me not go.
I missed Chance. He was always down for going the extra mile, and he never said no when it came to baseball.
“I’ll go wake up the guys,” Colin finally relented, and I knew that they were probably too hungover to be productive anyway.
Splitting the eggs onto two plates, I started eating before anyone else woke up and wanted me to share with them. Six eggs weren’t nearly enough food for four guys.
Colin reappeared with a frown. “They’re not getting up anytime soon. But I’ll go to the field with you.”
“Eat up then.” I pushed the other plate of eggs in his direction before planning exactly what I wanted to work on today. Weights. Sprints. Hitting off the tee. Ground balls. Sunny.
Sunny?
What the hell was I going to do about this girl?
Stupid, Perfect Jerkface
Sunny
I
’d left the party last night, beyond pissed off. I’d gone through a wide range of emotions on the drive home but kept coming back to anger.
And when I woke up this morning, I was still angry. It was the one thing that made me feel the best. Being mad meant that I wasn’t sulking—or worse, crying. I didn’t want to do either of those things.
Sitting up in bed, I tossed the covers off of my body and huffed. Screw Mac and his deliciously gorgeous face, stupid surfer hair, and hot baseball-playing body. Who needed any of it? Not. Me.
I had no idea what I’d truly expected from him, but I guessed I hadn’t counted on him being able to walk past me like I was nothing. He didn’t even acknowledge my existence. No. All he had done was give me a quick glance and then continued chasing after a girl who looked like she belonged more on the cover of a magazine than at a college baseball party. How typical.
He could have sent me a text message afterward, apologizing for being such an asshat. I knew he still had my phone number. No one deleted people’s numbers anymore. But he hadn’t apologized or texted or done anything. It was June all over again.
Reaching for my cell, I pressed Danika’s name without stopping to calculate the time difference, something I usually did by habit.
“Hey,” she answered, sounding happy to hear from me.
“Hi,” I responded, but my tone was less than happy.
“What’s wrong?” she asked before adding quickly, “Oh no. The party. What happened? What did he do?”
“What did who do?” I heard Chance ask in the background, and Danika tried to cover up the phone, but I heard her say Mac’s name.
I sucked in a long breath, determined not to cry. “He just …” I started. “It sounds so dumb when I say it out loud.”
“You haven’t said anything out loud yet,” Danika chastised.
“Fine, it sounds stupid in my head before I say it out loud to you.”
She groaned through the phone, “Spit it out, Sunny.”
“He ignored me. I mean, first of all, he was in