Until I hear Cleo shout, “Hey, 43, shoot that puck for me!” loud and fucking clear.
Newsflash for all the newcomers, my number is 13.
I see red.
I want to do something… Like punch that guy’s head in for evenlookingat her, but then Jace’s words come back to me. I need to put my all into this game because after this, Cleo Jones has a lot of explaining to do.
Forty minutes and five goals later, we won the damn thing.
I trail behind Cleo, pouting my ass off as I think about all the flirting she’d done tonight. Not only did Cleo shout out loud to Kris, but she also shouted random flirty sayings toevery single player. Her plan was to distract them, and it worked considering we scored so many points on them. But a man can only take so much of his crush flirting with other men.
“Oh, stop being such a sour puss, you won didn’t you?” She snickers from in front of me and my frown deepens at her cool tone.
I’m livid, how dare she flirt with all those guys for my benefit? Okay, when I put it like that it doesn’t sound as bad but it is! My feelings are hurt.
“Here.” She turns on her heels and plants a big fat kiss on my cheek.
Did I say my feelings are hurt? I meant to say that I’m the happiest man alive.
“That’s for winning tonight. Congratulations,Blakey.”
thirty-five
Blake
“Would you sit thefrickdown?” Braxton groans from my bedroom floor where he’s sat with Jace and Alec building an Eiffel Tower LEGO set. Derek and Deli sit on the bed, watching cartoons on her iPad.
I chew on my thumbnail, pacing the room as I think about Cleo and I’s talk from two days ago. “How can I sit when I have adatewith our coach’s daughter?!” I shriek.
The sound of my voice cracking startles me for a moment pulling me to an abrupt halt as each of the guys stare at me.
Since when the hell do Ishriek?
“That wasn’t…”
“You’re p-u-s-s-y whipped.” Alec chuckles, eyes focused on the miniature set in front of him.
“Am not!” I shout back but let’s face it… I totally am. All I had was one taste of her. Just one taste, two months ago, and she’s been all I can think about ever since.
“Are too…” Braxton sighs loudly before groaning at his phone, more than likely losing at one of the cooking games Derek got him to play.
“So, what if I am?! Have you threeseenCleo? She’s fucking gorgeous. Sorry, Deli. As a matter of fact, don’t tell me she’s gorgeous, I might punch you idiots.”
Jace scoffs, pausing his tinkering. He looks up at me annoyed, but I can see the amusement laced in his eyes. “Cleo has been busting your balls since you two met… It’s honestly funny—”
“HELP ME!”
Jace cocks his head at my abrupt yell before a sly smile takes over his face.
“I would give you advice but my first relationship ended with a baby, so…” Derek trails off as he gathers Delilah and her things.
“Help you?” Jace asks, looking between Alec and Braxton.
Now, I know that this may be a bad idea since Jace likes to troll people for fun, but this can also be just what I need to get Cleo on my good side, for her to truly come out of her shell. So, without much thought, I slide onto the floor beside my best friend and give him my best puppy dog eyes.
“Dude…” He scrunches his face in disgust.
“Please!” I cry out reminding myself of my four-year-old cousin, Jordyn. She has the meanest puppy dog’s eyes I’ve ever encountered.
