Dumb fucking forecast.

This day can suck a fucking dick. The whole goddamn day. After Cash stormed out of my office with the last fucking word, I effectively got next to nothing done, then proceeded to get yelled at by a student’s parent for their child flunking their classes and getting put on academic warning.

I haven’t been this excited to get the fuck off work in years. Going to Molly’s for dinner—especially sopping wet—doesn’t sound like my idea of a good time, but since I bailed on her last week, I can’t do it again. So I have to suck it up.

By the time I park my bike in her driveway, I’m drenched and more pissed off than when I left work. I stomp up the steps leading to her house, pounding my fist on the door harder than I probably need to, and when she answers the door, she laughs. Fucking laughs!

“What’s with the scowl, baby bro?”

Shoving past her, I stop in the foyer and kick off my shoes. “Oh, I don’t know, Mol. Maybe the fact that it’s raining cats and fucking dogs out, and I’m soaked and cold.”

“Okay, grouch. Do you want to change into some of Julian’s clothes? He’s not home, but he won’t mind.”

“Sure,” I grumble. “Thank you.”

After I get changed into dry clothes that are two sizes too large, Molly throws my clothes in the dryer, and we head to the kitchen. She hands me a whiskey on the rocks and pins me with an inquisitive look.

“Now, how about we try this again. What’s got you in such a funk? And don’t you dare say the rain, because a little rain has never gotten you like this before.”

Throwing back a big swig, I relish in the burn as I swallow. I set the glass on the counter and run both hands down my face, sighing. “Cash came to my office this morning and told me everything that happened between us on Saturday was a mistake. I guess it hit me harder than I thought it would.”

“Stone, I’m sorry. Did you want there to be more than what it was?”

“You know the answer to that, Mol. Don’t make me say it.” I toss back another swallow.

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but I really think you need to open up to him about everything.”

“What good will that do? He’s still not going to forgive me or move past it.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, Molly. I do know that. I know him. Once you fuck it up with him, that’s it. There’s no second chance.” My head falls into my palms as I try, but fail, to get past this shit. Get over it once and for all.