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CHAPTER 23

Jordyn

I changed outfits three times before settling on a pair of skinny jeans, heeled booties, and a black, long-sleeved t-shirt. The entire time, I inwardly lectured myself for caring what I looked like.

Chelsea, wearing a similar outfit, eyes me skeptically. “I can’t believe you don’t have a jersey or some type of Wolverines attire.”

Shooting her a glare, I turn back to the mirror, critically examining my appearance. “Whose jersey would I wear? I’m sure as hell not wearing Josh’s since I can’t stand him.”

“I know one guy who wishes you were wearing his.” She gives me a smile that makes me want to throttle her.

“Whose side are you on?” I turn away from the mirror, critically studying her as I move closer. “Exactly what happened last night? You seem to be a bit more pro-Tristan than you were yesterday.”

Chelsea gives me a look. “Listen, Jordyn. You know I’m always on your side. But maybe you should listen to him.”

I glare at her, folding my arms over my chest. “No. It’s over between us. ”

Chelsea steps closer and places her hand on my shoulder. “Then why do you still seem so miserable? And why, after I came to bed, did you spend half the night crying?”

I blink at her, irritation coursing through me. “I’m tired of his hot and cold behavior. I wish he’d just act cold like when he returned from his run.”

“If you don’t care about him, then why do you care about how he acts? And why do you want him to be cold? Is it because it makes it easier for you to be mad and pretend you hate him?”

“Who says I’m pretending?” I snap, turning around and grabbing my purse. “Come on. We need to go. I promised Mom we’d get there early to wish Josh good luck. Robert was nagging her to make sure I complied.”

Chelsea nods. “You look amazing. Let’s go knock ‘em dead.”

A genuine smile curls my lips. “Thanks, bestie. You’re hotter than ever.” I nudge her in the side. “I heard Alex calling you legs last night. He looked pretty smitten.”

My God. Did my best friend just blush? I’ve never seen that before.

The genuine smile lighting up her face makes me happy and a tad envious. “He has a great ass.”

I snort, shaking my head. That’s such a Chelsea thing to say . “Is his ass the only thing great about him?”

“I’ll let you know after tonight’s game.” She winks and hooks her arm through mine. “Come on. Let’s go.”