Chapter 37 Another Disaster
A week later
Things had been going pretty great for the past week which is why I should’ve been on alert for things to take a nasty turn. They always did when they went too well for me.
“So you’re going to the game on Friday, right?”, Rose asked me, suddenly appearing out of thin air and taking her seat next to me as we waited for the class to start.
“What game?” I asked, instantly deciding to not go anyway.
“But it’s the end of the football season. And it's also the annual rivalry game of the year… which is like, the most important game. We’re going against the Yale Bulldogs. You have to come”, Rosalind protested, giving me a pleading look.
I shrugged, undecided but leaning more toward not going at all. I didn’t need to be more stared at than was required… classes were enough of a burden anyway.
“I don’t know Rose”, I trailed off, speaking up louder against the chatter of the classroom since the students always refused to settle down until the teacher entered the class. One thing that had remained consistent with school.
“Daniel will be there… if that’s any incentive for you to come”, Rose winked at me, giving me a ‘knowing’ look.
“Actually, that’s more of a reason for me to not come”, I murmured in distaste.
“But why?”, she daftly asked, much to my annoyance. “I thought you were getting along.”
“You assumed wrong.” Rosalind reared back from my sharp tone and I felt bad instantly. It wasn’t her fault I was trying as hard as I could to keep my distance from Daniel because of my own bloody mistakes. It was a good thing Daniel was too busy with practice for the big game to be bothered with me.
Friday rolled around fast and before I knew it, everyone was rushing around campus to get to the game.
I sighed to myself… not to be a girly girl, but I absolutely hated any form of sport except for track. I was great with video games and other digital forms of sport but anything requiring even mild bodily coordination and physical exertion… I was so out.
And especially with a game like football…. there was so much aggression and outright violence… god no!
And the only reason the girls were so into the game was not even for the sport… it was to obsess over Daniel Kane of course… and his ‘Greek-God’ abs as Rose worded it to me.
The campus was wholly empty save for the security guards and janitors… and I was oddly thankful for the tremendous peace and quiet.
After studying in the cafeteria for about an hour and finishing up some assignments, I decided to take a shower to cool off a bit and I smelled quite awful since I hadn’t taken one after track practice.
Just as I was hanging up my towel on the hook in the shower stall, my phone suddenly rang. Who could be calling me? It couldn’t be Rose or Daniel… they were both at the game. And Noah didn’t have this number.
It was an unknown number! Confused, I picked up.
“Hello?”
“It’s Daniel’s mother”, the Amazon lady’s curt voice came through. Oh, that made sense. Daniel must’ve given her my number.
“Yes, Mrs Kane? Anything I can help you with?”, I asked, keeping my voice light and polite.
“I need you to be at our mansion in an hour.” Before I could even offer a reply, she cut the call. Of course she expected me to have nothing better to do than to show up at her freakishly big house at an hour’s notice. Like mother, like son I guess. Both were entitled jerks.
I know I didn’t have anything to do after this but still… she could’ve at least been courteous enough to ask. Billionaire families just didn’t have the words polite or courteous in their dictionaries.
FUCK MY LIFE!
I stood there next to my locker, staring in horrification. I fumbled around in there fervently but to no such luck. Someone had stolen my clothes. I slapped a hand to my mouth to keep myself from screaming in frustration! I should’ve checked before I went into the shower! Lord, why did I have to put my dirty clothes in the laundry machine before I went to shower? I could’ve just worn them again now! It was like I was doing all the things I wasn’t supposed to do!
I was thoroughly bamboozled for a second but then it irrevocably dawned on me. I clenched my teeth as I realized how Natasha had been eyeing me the entire time we were in the locker room.
She probably noticed that I left without showering and made a gamble by stealing my fresh clothes from my locker.
My eyes suddenly fell on a note stuck to the under surface of the plate of the locker.
‘Not letting you distract Daniel from the game, bitch!!’, were the words angrily scribbled along the piece of paper. Signed at the bottom with the words - ‘his fiance’.
Oh, help me, God! How in the seventh hell was I going to ‘distract’ Daniel from the game when I wasn’t even planning on going? Oh, come on!
She must’ve thought I was going to go since everyone was going… so she did this…. went to this extent to make sure that I wouldn’t be present there!
God, she was so nasty!
As I banged my head against the locker, I debated who I could call. Since I didn’t have my old phone and those old contacts… there were only two options left.
I dared to hope against hope when I called Rosalind… because there was no way in hell she was going to hear me over the sonic-boom worthy cheering going on at the game! She didn’t pick up, just as I had figured but I called again multiple times, just trying my luck!
Then much reluctantly, I called Daniel… and it went to voicemail of course.
I hit myself on the head, how could Daniel have ever picked up my call when he was the one playing the damn game! God, my nerves were getting to me.
Shivering from the cold, I tightened the wet towel around me!
The game would end in about 20 minutes, I realized, making up my mind to call Rose then. But it would still be pretty loud even then… there was also the after-party to consider! All I could do was hope that Rose would check her phone after the game ended!
I sunk to the floor, huddling into myself… there was no one here to help! Not even a janitor was in sight! And I couldn’t exactly roam around in nothing but a towel… it would be cold as hell outside if it was this cold here!
Daniel’s POV
I looked for her in the crowd but she wasn’t in sight… just as I’d expected. I’d wanted to ask her to come but the way she’d been avoiding me lately… I was sure she would’ve turned me down, the little minx that she was.
This hot and cold game between us was heavily distracting me from the match. I was confused as fuck!
I mean what the hell was she trying to convey to me by pulling me close one second as if it was hard to breathe for her if I wasn’t around and the next second she was giving me the cold shoulder? She was frustrating the fuck out of me! Either she wanted me or not…. it was that simple! Why did women always have to unnecessarily complicate things?!
“Kane!! Get your head in the game. That’s their 3rd goal, they’re gaining on us”, my teammate yelled at me, making me realize that I was on the field in the midst of the most important game of the year and all I could think about was her.
I shook it off, making my mind blank! I was going to finish this game and go berate a certain stubborn woman on her volatile nature.