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“Oh my God, Hooked on Phonics, what’s it say?” I jab, too loudly—really hoping no one who’s actually hooked on phonics heard me—but I’ve lost all patience waiting on her to finish reading the damn thing. I grab for the paper, but she dodges, then whirls toward me.
“It says, you really are a bitch. Seriously Gracie, how the hell do you manage to sit down with that giant horseshoe up your ass?” she snips, shoving the letter at me.
I quickly scan it, wondering what’s got her so grouchy, then… holy shit… read it again, slowly, savoring each and every word.
It’s a handwritten note, meant for me.
Nichole,
I’d apologize for this being too forward but that’s the only direction I move in- forward. Especially when I see something I want, and I. Want. You. To meet you, spend some time with the beauty I’ve been thinking about for days. You managed to escape me once. Not tonight. Tonight, go straight home after the game. I’ll pick you up by eleven.
Until then,
Brewer Hayes
Forward? He’s being too hard on himself… except, not hard enough… I mean, all he did was track down her name, and apparently her address, where he’s going to pick me up. Not if I accept, not an invitation… basically, just a courtesy copy of his agenda.
I should probably be freaking the fuck out, maybe even calling the cops, but I’m far from doing either. Oh, my heart’s racing, whole body’s trembling, and beads of sweat, while sitting in an ice hockey arena, just trickled down the back of my neck… but none of it from fear… all of it from exhilarated anticipation.
“Okay, now we can leave,” Nikki squeals, obviously over her case of the grumps and breaking my train of thought. “Gonna have to work hard and fast to get you ready, because I know your cat-lady-ass hasn’t been keeping up maintenance. Just out of curiosity, which is longer, the hair on your legs or chach? And don’t worry, I have a sexy bra and thong set you can have, since I also know you didn’t pack any. Somebody superglue you to that seat? Get up, let’s go!” She stands, yanking on my hand. “Don’t want him thinking he’s fucking a hippie grandma, do you?”
“Jesus Christ, Nik, could you not speculate as to the length of my pubes loud enough for the whole arena to hear?” I hiss, yankingher to get her to sit back down. “Just, just wait here, okay? I need to run to the bathroom.”
“What? No. Use mine when we get home.”
“Can’t hold it.” I shake my head and jump up before she can argue further. “I’ll be right back.”
