Shehas become my saving grace. Jupiter Jones. She doesn’t evenknowthe ways she has helped me. My Little Strawberry, thegoodgirl no matter how much I try to turn her dirty and bad. Who told me in very specific, explicit words that she wants to be a part of something. That she wants a family. She doesn’t want to deceive or lie. She doesn’t want to keep any more secrets or hurt anyone. And yet, I made her into my dirty little secret up against a fucking tree. The night before I was set to leave for my season. And now I’m avoiding her texts because I don’t know what to say.
I don’t have the right words.
“Who the fuck are you glaring at?”
I look away from my phone and focus on the man sitting beside me. We are at a club—I forget the name—in New Orleans, where we just had our first game. Which we won, surprisingly. Courtesy of our strong strikers, Ledger and Riot. I didn’t manage to score anything, but I wasn’t also the dumb fucker who kept missing every pass like I used to at the beginning of this season’s practices. And you know what, I’m proud of my boys, even though they’ve been annoying me ever since the news of our family’s two new additions broke out. I’m proud they picked up the slack when I wasn’t in top form.