Page 14 of Ruin The Friendship
I shake my head. “Nope. I’m going to call Lydia, then get to bed early.”
“Come on, man. You’re not even going to go to one casino with me?”
“You know I hate gambling, Miller. I never win.”
“But you’re such a good cheerleader.” Calvin’s blue eyes lock on mine. “Please?”
I groan. “One hour. Then I need to call Lydia. She’s been weird lately.”
He tilts his head. “How so?”
I don’t want to tell him how much it’s worrying me, but he won’t let me get away with keeping secrets. “This morning, I spun her in a circle, and she got so dizzy she almost puked. And she’s avoiding me, I think.”
“You live together. How can she possibly avoid you?”
Trigg interrupts. “Is Lydia your partner?”
I shake my head. “No, she’s my best friend.”
His blonde brows raise. “And she lives with you?”
“Yeah. But we’ve only ever been friends. Nothing more.”
“Not for lack of trying on your part.” Calvin chuckles.
“You want to be more?” Trigg questions.
I groan, resting my head in my hands. I don’t want to get into this right now—or ever, for that matter. “When we were in college, we were assigned lab partners in our anatomy class. When the class was done, I invited her out on what I intended to be a date. The whole time she was talking about how great a friend I was, and how lucky we were to get paired together. Needless to say, she friend-zoned me. Hard.”
“Ouch.” Trigg grimaces.
“Yeah. But I take what I can get with her. She’s my best friend, and I love her. If she never wants more, then I guess it is what it is. Maybe someday it will happen for us, but if not, I have to accept that. She’s the only person I could ever see myself wantingmorewith.”
Calvin scoffs. “Who says you can’t pursue her now?”
I shrug. “Maybe someday. Either way, I’m going to call her tonight. Something is up with her.”
“You’re a good friend,” Trigg says, resting a hand on my shoulder.
“Thanks, man.”
When the bus arrives at our hotel, we unload and head up to our rooms. Not even thirty minutes later, Calvin is knocking at my door.
“Do we have to?” I groan as I walk toward the knocking. Travel days are exhausting.
When I open the door, instead of Calvin dressed in his typical going-out attire, he’s in sweats and a practice tee, with Trigg standing beside him in similar clothes. “Figured maybe we could watch the Lynx hockey game instead?”
I nod gratefully, opening the door wider to let them in.
They make themselves at home in my hotel room, with Calvin taking the free bed and Trigg taking the chair. Calvin turns on the game, which is already in the second period.
I flop onto my bed, grabbing my phone from the charger. I’ll text Lydia, then my mom, to see if she noticed anything weird about her tonight.
Me
How was dinner with my parents?
Lydia
