Chapter13:

“I would rather not….. How much did you drink? I can smell it from here.” “I dunno… enough …..I’m celebrating.” He seems to take the hint that I don’t want him on my bed and gets up awkwardly, swaying left before he catches himself and then steps right again. His boot is undone, and I sigh at the possibility he will face-palm the floor by tripping over it and move to re-tie it. “Celebrating what? Another meaningless conquest? Or did you excel at beer pong?” I droll, my words oozing in disdain as I duck down, quickly knot his boot, and then move away before he falls over me with excessive sway. I start picking up my strewn cushions and tidying up, hoping to get him out of here pronto. “My win… you’re looking at a guy who earned himself five K for a twenty-minute race. Start of much more to come.” “What?” I spin on my heel, eyes widening in alarm. “What do you mean race? What race? Where? When?” my anxiety triggers spring up all over the place, confused by what he’s saying and scared by