Happens every day in the sex club near you.
Later that day, I smashed the game against the Ravens so thoroughly that the media were singing my praises. Then Dad took me and Miley to dinner—something he does when I please him.
Lenin was nowhere to be seen.
During the dinner, as I was cracking jokes and Miley was laughing, I got a text from the public nuisance that is Marcus.
PMS (Perpetual Male Syndrome)
Did you get the candies I left you?
Me
How did you know I like mango flavor?
Lucky guess. Congrats on the win, by the way. You were phenomenal.
Says every article ever. The lack of originality is staggering.
I can do original. You outdid yourself because I gave you a good spanking and a very satisfying orgasm.
You wish.
It’s true, though. Some recognition of my effort won’t hurt.
Should I start thanking you in my post-game interviews to feed your narcissistic streak?
If you like. I already gave you credit in mine.
Did I excuse myself to the bathroom during dinner with Dad to google Marcus?Sure did.
The articles and videos popped up immediately. The Stanton Wolves crushed the Knights, and it was all thanks to “the Wolves’ beast of a captain, Osborn.”
I clicked on the video where he was being interviewed. It was straight after the game, so he had his helmet off, and his damp hair was falling haphazardly over his face.
No idea why I paused to watch that face closely.
When the interviewer asked him what the secret to his outstanding performance was, he said, “I’ve developed a new special pregame ritual that I believe is the reason I’m in top form.”
“Do you care to share the special ritual?” she asked.
He merely smirked in that familiar way as he looked at the camera. “It’s a secret.”
That asshole.
After that, I proceeded to ignore all his texts inviting me to play one-on-one again or to have a drink with him or any of the bullshit he was saying. He was acting like we were friends or something, just because he saw me come.
Correction: made you come.
Shut up, brain.
Now, I stare at his new texts.
Problem #11
Good evening.
We have games tomorrow, princeling. You know what that means?
