I shake my head. “I don’t know anything about lacrosse.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“Maybe. We’ll see.” I don’t know why I even agree to that. I’ve never had any desire to watch a sports game in my life, but watching Will run around in what I’m choosing to believe is a skimpy uniform does sound pretty appealing.
“You’ll love it,” he responds confidently, and I smile rather than deny it.
I try to focus on my food, but I can’t stop my thoughts from circling back to the Will–Robbie comparisons. I have a feeling being Will’s friend is either going to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me… or the worst.
14
WILL
I’ve never been happier to walk into the locker room than I am right now.
I need to burn off some of the pent-up energy coursing through me. I’ve been incredibly horny lately, and I’m sure it’s because Istillhaven’t hooked up with anyone since Harmony. Porter was right the other day when we went to the deli for lunch. I really don’t have a lot of time between school, lacrosse, and trying to spend time with my friends, which admittedly has been mostly him lately.
Nothing seems to help either.
The more I get myself off, the hornier I am. The other day after my lunch with Porter, we had the day off from lacrosse, and I managed to come three times. It’s not an insane amount or anything, but last semester on a normal day I probably would’ve just done it once.
Which is why I’m really hoping we’ll have a tough practice today and that it’ll help calm me down.
Some of the guys are already here changing, and I walk right over to my locker by Nathan. Decker is sitting on the bench inhis compression shorts narrating a story to Cam and Bryce that makes them wheeze-laugh.
“Hey, man,” Nathan greets me. “Where were you last night? I wanted to order pizza.”
“Oh, my bad, dude. I decided to study at the coffee shop, so I could eat with Porter on his break.” I feel kind of bad. I’ve been blowing off my roommates maybe a little more than I’ve realized since I’ve been spending so much time with Porter.
“Who’s Porter?” Bryce asks, joining our conversation.
“My friend.”
“That blond in the crop top he danced with at the bar a couple weeks ago,” Cam adds in explanation. I don’t know why, but my stomach does a little flip, and I catch myself smiling softly at the thought of him mentioning Porter so casually.
“She sounds hot,” Riley, another teammate who wasn’t there, pipes up.
“Well, she’s a he, so,” I correct. “And yeah, he’s really cool.”
The locker room is quiet for a moment, and I don’t get why everyone is being so weird about me making a new friend.
“You hooked up with anyone lately? Feels like it’s been a while since we’ve heard any stories from you,” Riley asks randomly.
“Nah, getting a second drink thrown in my face felt like as good of a reason as any to chill out a little,” I explain as justification, even if it didn’t bother methatmuch. It’s an easier excuse than saying no one has been holding my attention. “Well, if everyone is done being jealous of the fact I made a new friend, we should get our asses out there.”
Cam perks up at that. “I’m not jealous, you dick. I can share perfectly fine. Unlike you, Casey, you’re so possessive,” he teases, turning his attention to Decker.
Decker’s mouth falls open. “I am not!”
I roll my eyes and grab my shorts from my locker. “You guys are exhausting.”
Decker turns his attention back to me. “Didn’t you leave with that blond guy that night?”
“Porter, and yes. He was drunk,” I confirm, unashamed. “It was his twenty-first birthday. I wasn’t gonna let him get scooped up by some random dude when he couldn’t even walk in a straight line.”
“Ohhh,” Bryce, another one of our teammates, responds, dragging it out. “So protective.”
“I’m responsible,” I correct.
