Page 2 of Strike Out


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I pauseand think about it for a second on how I want to approach this next part.I think I’ll choose violence.

Kai

Better not let anyone fuck you tonight, princess. I’d hate to break someone’s nose before my first game.

I don’t wait for her response and set my phone on the charging dock, pick my book back up and keep reading. It’s only nine and I expect she and the groups she’s out with are probably already drunk. I just hope she has enough sense to call or text me if need be. My phone pings and I let out a sigh.She’ll call if it’s an emergency.

I keep reading and my phone pings again. And again.Ping. Ping. Ping.

She’s definitely drunk.

Don’t do it, Kai.

Fuck it.

I grab my phone and slide up.

Isla

Omg, Kai, THANK YOU SO MUCH. YOU DON’T NEED TO WORRY. THIS IS A NO-GUY PARTAY.

FUCK

Stupid cap button thingy.

Voice Message

I click the voice message, and I can hear the thump of a bass line in the background.“Kaiiii, I’ve missed you. I’m so happy you said yes. We’re gonna have such a fun time living together. Like when we were kids.”

Totally drunk, and I hate that she’s already putting herself at risk this early in the night. I tap on the cover of my book,annoyed, as I raise my phone to my mouth and hit the record button.

Kai

Where are you at right now, princess? Do you know what bar or club you guys are at?

Isla

Continental on 12th St.

That’s not San Jose.

Kai

Mom said you were in SJ.

Isla

I didn’t want them to know we were going to Oakland and SF for the night. They would have worried.

No fucking shit.

Now I won’t be sleeping tonight.

I was supposed to get up early and meet with a trainer to work on a new routine to help me bulk up and work on my endurance.Guess I’m going to be tired as shit.I throw the covers off and head to my closet to grab some slacks and a nice shirt because I’m heading out to Oakland.

Isla is more important than sleep.

But she’s gonna owe me for this, and I know exactly what I want.