I run my hand along my face, hoping to get the tired out of my eyes in the process. Last night had exhausted me. I didn’t sleep well. Flashes of the heat between Quinn and I kept disrupting my sleep cycle. The guilt made me nauseated as I wrapped my arms around Finley, but somehow, as I pulled her tightly into me, I hoped it would erase the betrayal. The GPS tells me to turn right, and I immediately flick my blinker on before turning down a side street. The day has crawled by on the drive up here. The scenery passed by me as I sat alone with nothing but my own thoughts. There has been a few times where I blasted the radio in hopes to drown out the noise in my mind, but it didn’t do any good. I’d like to say that I thought about baseball the whole time. It’s what I should have been thinking about, but I’d be a liar if I said I did. I could only think about Quinn and what the fuck I had done. In fact, she was the only thing I could think about. All damn day. Quinn had her walls up high today. So high that I couldn’t even manage to scale them. In fact, I hadn’t even been able to get close enough to touch them. Quinn was pushing this away, and I couldn’t really blame her for it. She had every right to not want to discuss what happened, but I need some sort of direction. What happened shouldn’t have happened. But Finley all but took our clothes off for us… And now everything is all fucked up.
