Throwing Love #2 (Throwing Love #2) Read Free

wanted was a date! And maybe some kisses! How did this
happen?
    And I had slept with him. I put
my head in my hands. What if that got out? I would be doomed for sure. Would
Bennett have told anyone? Isn't that what guys did, brag about their conquests?
If he was using me, then that information was bound to become public
information sooner than I would like. How could I have been so stupid? It was
appalling to me how foolish I had been about the whole situation. Why couldn't
I have just waited until he was signed with someone? Why did I have to go on
that date? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
    My phone dinged, notifying me
that I had a voicemail message. I groaned again.
    “What am I going to say to him?
Especially if he knows. It's just so embarrassing.”
    “I know, Emmi, I know. This whole
thing completely sucks. But I don’t think you should ignore him, even if you
don't see him again. At least give him the benefit of the doubt and hear what
he has to say. He may be able to explain the whole thing and ease your mind.
Wouldn't that be great?”
    “Sure. It would also require me
to believe what he has to say and I'm not sure I can at this point.”
    I knew I probably shouldn't
assume that Bennett was the jerk the papers were implying that he was, but I
couldn't help it. I was just so angry about the situation and the position I
had put myself in. Besides, what was I going to do about it now? I couldn't possibly
date him when the whole city thought he was using me to rise to the top. No,
thank you. So what was the point in talking to him then? I just didn't see the
point at all. I didn't even want to hash it out with him. Talk about
humiliating, having to discuss whether someone you had slept with was just
using you to get on your father's baseball team. Oh, I just couldn't take it.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.
    I picked up my phone and looked
at the voicemail message icon. I didn't even want to hear his voice at that
moment. Just forget it. I refused to listen to the voicemail. There was no
point.
    Connie looked sadly at me. “Are
you sure that was the right thing to do?”
    “It's over, Connie. I just want
to put all this behind me.”

 
    Chapter Three

 
    The cheeseburgers were just the
thing to put me in a better mood – juicy, delicious mouth-watering pieces
of meat with real cheese and a mess of toppings. Yum! It wasn't just the beer
talking, although we had already drank three of them in a short period of time.
That's five times now that Candace had come to our table and not said she was
sorry. The girl needed a lesson in etiquette.
    We had blown off our classes for
the day, but it was just one day and hey, I was having a crisis here. Besides
if any of my professors saw the paper that day, they would probably understand
completely. In fact, they would probably be having a beer with me to in support
of my crisis.
    I was determined to let beer and
girl talk erase all my worries for the day. I did not want to have to think
about it any longer. I just wanted to forget the whole world for the time being
and the fact that I was the talk of the school that day. Ugh!
    It was easier said than done,
however, because even though I wanted to forget the world, Bennett, and the
front cover of the school newspaper, I couldn't do it. I was mortified, yes,
and a little hurt, but I still felt something for Bennett. I would have liked
to see if our relationship, or lack thereof, would have gone anywhere. I wanted
so badly to see where things may have gone with us, but how could I now? That
cover photo had been devastating to me. That kiss had been wonderful and deeply
personal. It was something that should have stayed between us – not
something that people could point and laugh at. Nobody had any idea what was
truly going on in the hearts of the people in that photo and to accuse...it was
just so unforgivable. And there in the middle of it were Bennett and I, and
things were too new too fresh to determine what was