The three of us are quiet for a moment, it’s calm and peaceful…and the complete opposite of Georgia Adams.
“So, did you fuck him or not, CJ? You’re giving me nothing to work with here!” Georgia groans, throwing her head back, exasperated as I smile.
“No, Georgia…I did not fuck Blake last night.” My smile grows as I look anywhere but my cousin and best friend, folding the towels quicker.
“But youdiddo something!” she exclaims. “So, what was it? Did you go down on him? Didhego down onyou?Did you get to see—”
“Oh my God! Let the girl speak…” Sienna chuckles, throwing a towel at Georgia.
“We kissed,” I reply, my cheeks burning from the unwavering smile.
“And…” Sienna prompts, now completely interested in the conversation. I don’t even think she knowswhoBlake is.
“And… I may have told him I’d like to see him on his knees…” My words are out there in shy execution as my friends jump from their spots on the cream-colored couch, cheering.
“I don’t know what I wanted you to say but that was the best thing you’ve ever said.” Georgia claps as she laughs, running a hand through her blonde waves.
“You are… Oh my goodness, Cleo.” Sienna guffaws.
My skin heats as they laugh louder and harder, maybe I shouldn’t have told them. I don’t even know him like that and I’m not the type to have random hookups at college parties… Maybe I should just forget—
“Well did you come or was he not good? Come on, you can’t just leave us hanging.”
“Just know that he was talented.” I chuckle as the images of Blake on one knee for me, bringing me to the brink, replay throughout my mind.
“You are an icon, Cleo… Truly iconic,” Georgia mocks, wiping a tear from her eye.
We continue recounting details from that night with Sienna, laughing at how Georgia describes the guys’ personalities and the long game of drunk Jenga that was played. After finishing up the laundry, the three of us sit around watching TV until Georgia gasps, checking her phone.
“It’s almost 8:45.…” She says, looking between me and Sienna, receiving shrugs from the two of us. “And aren’t you supposed to be helping your dad?! I completely forgot you told me to remind you at 8.”
Oh shit…
The practice.
“Crap. Crap. Crap,” I mutter jumping off the couch to find my leggings and skates.
My dad’s only requirement for me to attend Summerfield University was to make sure I attended all home games and any practices he needed help with. As you can see, I'm already fucking up. The practice doesn’t officiallystart until 9:30 a.m. but I wanted to get in at least twenty minutes of ice time, especially if I'm supposed to be helping a group of D1 athletes.
Making quick work through my closet, I find a pair of pastel pink leggings as well as my pastel pink figure skates. I already had a jacket on, so there was no need for another.
“I’ll drop you off, I think there’s someone I need to meet with too.” Georgia smiles warmly, grabbing her keys from the coffee table.
Sienna pops up smoothly linking her arms in Georgia’s with a bright smile, “I’m emotional support, of course.” she grins cheekily.
I raise an eyebrow at my cousin but shrug her off. Something’s up with her, I can feel it, but there’s no time to dwell on it. Right now, I have 25 hockey players to deal with.
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Blake
“We just had totake Betsy today… No one ever listens to me when I say that piece of shit is going to fuck us up one day and now look.” Braxton throws his arms up in frustration. If I hadn’t known any better, I’d say Braxton was truly upset we were late for the first practice of the season. But… knowing the bastard, I can see a glint of excitement in his eyes. He’s loving this.
“Now, B. Don’t blame Cap for his junk of a truck… Blame him for his refusal to get the shit fixed.” I can hear the annoyance in Jace’s voice before I even look at him.
Jace and I have been having the same argument about getting Betsy, my 2004 GMC Acadia, “fixed” since freshman year when we were roommates on campus. Fixed in Jace’s words is “throwing that piece of shit into a compactor and having it rust out in a junkyard for all eternity.”
But how can I let Betsy go?
