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“Not my fault you were too distracted to shoot straight.” Ryan slaps his shoulder.
“Are you saying it’s the girls’ fault?” Will frowns.
“No, I’m saying if you hadn’t been staring at them maybe you wouldn’t have missed so many shots.” He pulls his practice jersey over his head.
“They were practically naked and dripping wet sitting around the hot tub.” Will grunts as he shrugs on his pads.
“I missed that?” Carter pouts.
“If I remember right you were with Devon, probably balls deep.” Bennet elbows Will and fist bumps Ryan.
“Yeah, probably.” Carter grins as he sits down to lace up his cleats.
I shake my head, amused. I’ve long since gotten used to the way my friends are -- not complete assholes -- but not saints either. They drink more than I do, and share way too much about what they have done or would like to do with girls. Especially Will, who has less actual experience with the opposite sex than he’d like, and makes up for it by talking shit.
My football dreams buy me a reprieve for the partying, but when it comes to hooking up I’ve got them convinced that I’m just really picky. The truth is being selective has nothing to do with it. I just don’t see the point in hooking up unless you genuinely like the person you’re with.
Pop thinks it’s a secret, but I know he hooked up with random women over the years. I also know none of those women took away the loneliness, and the encounters left him feeling kind of cheap. On the other end of the spectrum, you have Sawyer’s dad, who ends up hurting the people around him by dating anyone and everyone. Both things lead me to believe it’s a whole lot easier to avoid the random hookups. It’s also a whole lot easier to let people think I’m picky than to admit I’m just not interested in that lifestyle.
“Details man.” Will nudges Carter, pulling me back to the conversation. “What color are her nipples? Is she bare? Does she scream?”
“Dude. I don’t want to know the answer to any of that.” I shake my head and reach for my pads.
“Oh, come on. I know you didn’t get laid this weekend either cause you were with your sister, you should be just as interested in details as I am.”
I want to point out, again, that Sawyer isn’t my sister, but I worry saying it too many times will draw attention I don’t need, so instead, I point out how shitty this conversation is.
“The only person who has a right to know those things is the guy sleeping with her. If that’s not you then you’re shit out of luck.”
“Easy for you to say man. Not everyone has girls lining up to fuck them.” Will points at me.
“You see a revolving door to my bedroom?” I ask as I lace up my pads.
“All I’m saying is you guys should share with those who are less fortunate.”
I look at the guys for backup, but no one seems ready to jump in. “This is okay with you?” I ask them.
“It’s just Will being Will.” Bennet shrugs on his jersey. “He’s harmless.”
“You think Devon would find it harmless if Carter answers any of those questions?”
“Well, Devon’s not, I mean, she’s not exactly shy is she?” Carter rubs the back of his neck. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if she told her friends what my dick looks like.”
“My bad then. Please continue telling us all about your girl’s anatomy so Will has a vivid picture of it.”
“Hey asshole,” Will growls. “What’s your deal? This conversation has never bothered you before. You get a sister and suddenly talking about girls is off limits?”
“Maybe,” I blurt, because I don’t know how to admit that he might be right. I’ve never loved the way the guys talked about their hookups, but I never went after them for it either. Is that because of Sawyer? The thought of other guys talking about her like they are Devon makes me sick, so maybe it is because of her. Although I can’t go there.
“Well, get over it. Carter and Bennet each have a sister and they don’t act like smug fucks when we talk about girls.” Will crosses his arms over his beefy chest.
“Their sisters are older, it’s not the same.” It’s a flimsy argument, but it’s all I’ve got.
“Age doesn’t matter,” Carter says. “No one sees their sister as a woman, same as no one sees their mom as a woman. So, talking about women doesn’t include them. Make sense?”
I look at Ryan for guidance.
“Don’t look at me man, I don’t have a sister.” He holds his hands up.
