All Chapters of Out Of Bounds: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Finley Age 20 Tyler and I had an agreement. If we were around my brother or Colt, he was my boyfriend and I did the same for his parents because he was gay and they didn't know it and he wasn't ready to tell them. Him and Kennedy had become the friends I had never had. They both knew about Colt and the miscarriage and how bad he hurt me, so they were there to protect me. We stayed on the dance floor for way too long, and I was dying of thirst, and I was ready to sit down, but I was trying to avoid Colt as much as possible, but there was no more ignoring it. I needed a break. I grabbed Tyler's hand and led him back over to the table. "I'll get us another round," he said, kissing my cheek. "You guys are too cute," Kennedy said, playing up our fake relationship. "Ya, when did you guys meet and start dating?" Konner asked. He was one to talk. He had been dating fucking Taylor for three years and I just found out about it. "We met right at the start of school and our friendship tu

Colt Age 22 I sat at the round table in the front. I was sharing a table with Konner and also our agent. This was the moment we were waiting for. The NBA draft was about to start. I had tried not to pay attention to any reports and told my agent to just handle everything. I just wanted to come and enjoy the night. I wanted to be surprised as to where I was drafted. Konner looked behind me and stood up. His face lit up and when I turned around, Finney was walking our way. I didn't know she was coming tonight. I had seen her a few times up close and personal, and it always ended in the same way. I walked away and got drunk, and she always had that same boyfriend. But tonight it was just her. She didn't have him as a buffer and I couldn't get drunk. I had to pick my jaw up off the ground when looking at her. She had on this red tight dress that showed off every single curve and what fucking perfect curves they were. I had to quickly adjust myself because she was having some very ba

Finley Age 22 WNBA draft I sat on the toilet in the hotel room. I just needed a minute. Tonight was the draft and there had been so many rumors. The whole incident at our first game did something for my star power. I had a following overnight and people reached out wanting to work with me. I turned them all down. I wanted to focus on my senior year and what a year it was. We won our third championship, and I graduated at the top of my class, and I had gotten into my dream school for physical therapy, but I had to make a decision. Do I quit basketball and finish school or do I play basketball? I mean, it wasn't a hard decision. This is what I have worked my entire life for. Every dream was coming true. "Finley, get your cute butt out here," Kennedy yelled. We had adjoining hotel rooms. Why had I thought that would be a good idea because she has spent more time in my room than her own. "Why are you here? You should be getting ready." I yelled back. "I'm hiding from my parents. The

Finley's POV We've been in LA for two weeks. Kennedy and I found a place that wasn't too far from the gym. We don't officially start our season for another two weeks, but Chrissy called me yesterday and asked me to come in for a meeting. I had already had an offer for a bathing suit shoot, but I turned it down. It was fantastic money, but it would have landed right in the middle of our move and required me to go out of town, and I couldn't do that to Kennedy. She hated being alone. I walked into the large building that Chrissy had said was her office. It was massive and one of the nicest buildings I had ever been in. It had marble floors and dark wood along the walls and beautiful art on the walls. Everything here screamed expensive. "Finley, I'm so glad that you could make it on such short notice." She said as soon as I walked in. She must have been waiting for me. "Of course. You're technically my boss." "Don't think of me like that. I'm more of a friend." "Yes, a friend th

Finley's POV I woke up with the need to vomit. I had way too much to drink last night and really don't remember anything, but I do know that I'm not in my apartment. Right now, I don't care. I jumped out of bed and ran to the open door praying it was a bathroom. The stars were aligned because it was. I flushed the toilet and stood up to see Colt standing there. "We have a meeting in an hour with Chrissy and Brian. I can run you home to get changed." "What? Why?" "Just look at your phone," he said and walked out of the bathroom. I went and rinsed my mouth and washed my face and went back into what I guessed was his room. When I looked around, I saw pictures of the three of us growing up. A little pain ran through my heart. I knew that he didn't have his parents growing up and that is why he was always with us. But seeing it like this brings it all to light. There were no photos of his parents at all. "Here, you can wear these to your place," he said and threw a pair of sweats at