9
Grant
Thirteen years.
It had been thirteen years since I last pushed too hard for what I wanted…since the last time I had failed. All of that came crashing down around me as I stood there and let Aribel lay into me like I was no better than the scum on the bottom of her shoe.
In all honesty, I probably wasn’t, not compared to someone like her. She seemed like a package deal—smart, really f*****g smart, hot, and feisty. Why the hell would she want to go out with a guy like me anyway?
And that should have made me back the f**k off. It should have made me want to walk d**k-first into the next easy p***y I stumbled across. But it didn’t. As she rambled on about my utter douchiness, all I could think about was how I could fix this. So, I let her walk away. I was already going to be late
