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I look over to the paragraph Greg is reading. The article describes the team’s performance and then adds quips on how they fell on their ass way too many times.
Is our Ice Dance team that bad?
I haven’t really heard anything about them.
“Hopefully she doesn’t prefer the backdoor as it will no doubt be closed for the season.” I read laughing at the sexual innuendo after she describes yet another wipeout from a skater.
“How did they print this?” Greg asks, sitting back down.
I look through the paper for the article on us. It’s small and says the same shit.
Nowhere does it mention my twenty saves this week or Greg’s first goal of the season. It does mention us looking sluggish after the off-season.
Of course, it’s written by Dustin Vieux.
I throw the newsletter back at Luca. He checks out the picture of the girl’s ass again.
“Hmm. It’s too bad. I would’ve liked giving it to her through that back door.” He rips the article out as neatly as possible.
“What are you doing?” I ask, watching him.
I don’t want him to destroy Lenny’s article.
“I think it deserves to be framed,” Greg adds.
He takes the article from Luca and brings it inside before Luca throws the rest in the fire. The house has a wall of past memorable articles framed and hung. All are about the hockey team, but Greg is right. Lenny's article will be a nice addition.
Especially since we haven’t had any nice articles written about us since Dustin took over.
I start to text Lenny that I read the article and tell her it’s getting framed for our wall. Thinking better of it, this calls for a visit, an in-person celebration.
“I’ll be back later.” I announce before popping out of my chair.
It’s still early. I’m sure she’s not too busy for me.
“Go get her lover boy!” Greg calls out.
“Ow ow!” Luca chimes in.
I don’t know why I hang out with those two.
I ignore them and jog the two blocks to Alpha Sigma Alpha. After catching my breath, I knock on the door.
A tall girl with pink glasses answers. She looks at me like I have two heads, and turns her head up in a snooty way to look down at me.
It’s the first time I’m not recognized. I smirk and get nothing back.
Another first.
“Hi, is Lenny here?” I ask, clearing my throat.
“No.” She slams the door in my face.
I wait a few seconds then walk off the porch, scratching the back of my head. I look back when I hear the door open again. It’s another girl, not Lenny. She looks all disheveled and exhausted and jumps when she sees me.
“Hey, is Lenny inside?” I ask again, hoping for a better answer.
She shakes her head.
