“Maybe I want The Moaning Myrtle to bite my dick.” The Frenchie shrugs with a smile.
What the fuck… I cringe at his remark and turn my attention back to my bag, rolling up my stick tape. He’s a goalie, and a damn good one, but he’s just so odd, is all. Derek, too…
“What about you, Wilder? You hooking up tonight?” another freshman, Jordan Smith, asks from the other side of the locker room where he and his twin brother, Jonah, lace up their sneakers.
The twins are identical but easy to tell apart since they’re polar opposites. Where Jordan is loud and outgoing, Jonah would rather play video games by himself.
I tilt my head at the question and I’m about to respond when someone speaks for me.
“Of course, he has a hookup for tonight. Why do you think we call him ‘Wilder’, Rookie?” Kiernan Murphy, a sophomore left winger on the third line, asks with a sarcastic lilt. “It’s not just because it’s his last name,I’ll tell you that,” the raven-haired man adds.
“I actually—” I try yet again, only to be cut off.
“Remember when Wilder had a hookup at every school for two months?” Antonio Washington asks with a soft chuckle as if reliving one of the shittiest moments of my life withhappiness.
I cringe at the memory of it. Not too many people know why I acted like that and for good reason because I’m not telling these fuckersshit. But I also don’t like the way that they’re talking about me and my horrible sex life last season out in the open, stuff like this can get back to Cleo and ruin any credibility that I have with her.
I’m all set to tell the truth about what I’m currently doing, and with whom, it’s not like it’s a secret that I’m obsessed with Cleo, but when Coach clears his throat, obviously annoyed with the subject of conversation, my skincrawlsand I decide better of it.
“You guys know I’m focused on the game right now. No girls for me,” I lie through my teeth, quietly, but of course, everyone hears it.
The guys around me let out mixtures of shock and relief. The relieved ones being my roommates—plus Alec and Derek. The guys eye me for a second before turning back to whatever they’re doing.
On the bus ride back to campus, the guys are all high and mighty, cheering and talking about any and everything.
“Dude! Did you fuckwits know that condoms are only87%effective?!” Washington asks from a few rows behind me, rather loudly as the guys all begin to let out shocked groans.
“I just use the pull-out method!” someone, most likely Lucki Cole, shouts from the far back. His loud shout earns shouts of agreements and those of bewilderment from around the bus, and I’m about to reprimand all of the guys who areonlyusing the pull-out method when Derek chimes in.
“How do you think Delilah got here?”
His question is meant to be a joking one but the twins gasp. “Which method did you use?” Jonah asks, shocking me at his forwardness.
“I pulled out.” Derek frowns.
“Pull out game weak!” Someone shouts.
“You only pulled out dipshit?!” Another person exclaims as Dere hangs his head low in embarrassment.
“It was my first time!” He tried to make it better, honestly, truly. But then Jace joined in on the fun, teasing him mercilessly with Braxton and Charlie.
As the guys talk amongst themselves, I pull out my phone and check my Instagram. Cleo’s been more active recently and her stories are currently to die for.Literally. I die of laughter every time I watch her.
In her current Insta-story, there’s a video of her, Georgia, and my cousin standing in their living room obviously tipsy, wearing large sunglasses, singing the lyrics to an Astra song as Sienna laughs in the background. The girls look so happy and free and exactly like somewhere that I want to be, so without much thought I shoot a text to my favorite (and only) girl.
Me
Coming over be prepared for endless shots and karaoke
Princess
ur only allowed in if you bring snacks and margaritas babe
Me
Oh you’re on!
I’m going to go crazy in the store, the guys don’t send me on snack trips for this very reason.
