Chapter 6 — Antonio

Destiny spends the next few days boxed up in her apartment. Some of her teammates call, but she's not in the mood to answer.

She's moping over Antonio and finds herself plopped on her couch for hours, with the lights off, watching whatever on TV.

Destiny wants to call Antonio but is ashamed of her feelings for him. She's been whipped ever since they fucked, and Antonio confessed he has had the hots for her since grade school. Now, Destiny wants him like a schoolgirl with a fruitless fancy.

She buries her head under the pillow and holds her breath for long periods, lost in misery. She regrets giving up her virginity. If only she had listened to the little voice that had told her to slow down and take it easy, she'd be all right.

Destiny's cell breaks her out of her trance. Maybe it's Coach checking up on me?

Destiny snags the phone off the nightstand. Her facial expression sours when she sees the name on the lock-screen: Antonio. She then sends his number to auto-reject and plops her head back. God, I don't know what to do, she sighs.