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“I’m talking to you.”
“And?” I say, dryly.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you want?”
“It won’t last. This little game you’re playing.”
“I stopped playing with you, remember?”
“You think you’re real cute having your little puppet wear my shirt, don’t you?”
“I have no clue who or what you’re talking about, and I really don’t give a fuck.”
“You thought it would make me jealous.”
“Sounds like I succeeded then.”
“I’m with Brick now,” she announces, as though I should care.
Dude is a loser. Graduated two years ago and is still stuck in this town working the same shitty job he’s had since he was fourteen, working for his old man’s lawn care business. His life is shit. Literally.
“Good for you. I guess.” I shove past her to get into my car.
“What? You aren’t going to tell me that he’s a loser? That I can do better?”
“He can do better. There. Happy now?”
“Oh fuck you, Kyson.”
“I’m not interested in whatever you’re selling.”
“I hate you.”
“I would tell you the feeling is mutual, but to be honest, I don’t think enough of you to feel something for you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just some skank I fucked when I was hard up.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“We’ve established that. Now, if you’re done wasting my time, I have a party to get to.”
“Run away. That’s what you’re good at doing.”
“At least I’m good at it,” I mutter and get in my car. I rev my engine and she jumps as I squeal out of the parking lot. As I’m speeding away, I pass by my pretty little doll and her dorky friend. Only now do I figure out what Britney was all worked up about. I laugh and shake my head.
Dahlia is full of surprises. I should offer her a ride to the party, but I’ll see her soon enough. It’s Friday night after the game. There are only two places they’ll go. The beach or the party. Lauren is a wannabe. I’m betting they’ll be at the party.
On my way there, I stop by the gas station and grab an energy drink so I can take one of the painkillers I scored. I only take them after a big game. No harm, no foul. The only good thing about Britney was after my games, I could always count on her to take my mind off shit with sex.
At the thought of sex, my mind drifts back to Dahlia in that shirt with my number on the back. Was she making a statement? Hoping I’d see? If things go my way tonight, I’ll have her down on her knees gagging. Begging me like she did in my dreams last night.
“Good game. Was listening to it over the radio,” the clerk tells me and slips a bottle of vodka in my bag.
One of the many perks of being a football god in this town. I could get away with murder as long as I take us to state.
“Think we’ll see another state title?”
I have no clue who this guy is, but he gave me free liquor, so I entertain him. “No doubt.” If my shoulder holds up. Fuck me if that IF isn’t big. Football is my one shot of making it out of here and I hate it.
