The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Chapter 48

I’m walking home from Emma’s when my phone starts ringing in my pocket. Pulling it out and seeing Arrick’s name, I let it ring and just slide it back in place. His calls have been getting more frequent, with repeated texts to get me to answer him all day. Trying my hardest to ignore him; I can’t face talking to him right now. I know he will only repeat the same things he said in my bedroom, and I really cannot face it.

My heart is in no way ready for another rejection from him, and I’ve been trying everything I can to keep him out of my head. I breathe a sigh of relief when it stops ringing, knowing he won’t leave a voicemail because he has a weird aversion to those, and I’m hoping he doesn’t send another text. It’s obvious he’s finding cutting ties hard, since he’s been my best friend for years, and this is completely new for us. Even in the past two years when he went to the city, we still had contact if we wanted it. I’ve never cut him off and ignored him, and my frequent drunken calls meant he never really had space to miss me at all.

I can’t deny that I miss him too, but it’s just never going to let me move on if I fold now.

I know that’s all this is. He’s missing me because he can’t get hold of me. In time, he’ll get used to it and then he won’t notice anymore. I have to protect my heart! Read enough ‘how to get over him’ websites this week to know the only way for me to move on is complete radio silence in all ways. Severing ties and giving myself the space to accept and breathe.

My cell beeps with a new text, despite hoping he wouldn’t, and I can’t stop myself from looking.

Sophs, talk to me, we need to talk about this. x

I shove the phone back down into my pocket and gulp down the sudden pang of emotion that hits me hard again. I hate that he’s a decent guy, that despite all of this, he is trying to do the right thing and smooth this over. Find some sort of middle ground for us.

him, and it’s deep. My behavior was like a neon sign for months that I was falling apart without him and I can’t ignore that Natasha is in his life and will probably be forever. He never dated women long term before her, choosing a life like Jake, and playing the field a lot before he settled down. Arrick is

a row. Checking the time, I realize he should be in his changing room for his fight tonight and shouldn’t be trying to think about anything but that. He should be focused on getting ready, his

no clue if he really needs it that much. I know

a text, hoping it will stop him calling

with your

won’t stop trying to reach out to me

my automatic block list. Feeling like absolute shithead while doing it and hating the way my hand and insides tremble and ache

my head. I stand for a moment staring at his name on the screen, my thumb crossing the text, the picture of him and me making duck face selfies together. We look so carefree and happy, on a trip to California a few years back. With a searing, splicing pain in my chest, I allow one tear to roll down my cheek, push the button on my phone to black out the

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her face as she tries to decide what I should have done.

woman gestures behind me and I shrug with indecision. Watching as she pulls it up to simulate a bob and I can see what she means. With the hair lifted and jaw length, it ages me

admires it in the mirror beside me. “Definitely a bob, collarbone length and super high

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