Page 21 of Tell Me I'm Enough

“Man, now I’m out a hundred bucks…I really thought he’d be too chicken shit to do it,” one of my teammates says.

I don’t let myself be seen, trying to listen without getting caught.

“At least she got some money out of the bet. She needed payment for all the work she put in, getting him to sleep with her.”

A bet?

“This is one of the longest-running bets I’ve been a part of, man. I really thought I was gonna make some money off him being such a pussy.”

She slept with me for a bet?

No…there’s no way…

I pull out my phone and send her a text as my fingers shake.

Mason: Did you have sex with me for a bet?

Three dots pop up…then disappear again.

I stare at the phone, waiting for them to return. When they don’t, I tuck my phone away and go to walk around the corner, running straight into one of the guys.

“Whoa, man. Watch it.”

“My bad,” I tell him, keeping my head down, trying to grab my stuff and get out of here.

“So how was it?” he asks with a gross smile.

“How was what?” I ask, not wanting to feed into whatever this is.

“Fucking Delilah. Was she as good in bed as everyone says?”

I want to punch him in the face for talking about her like that, but then I remember I’m apparently nothing to her, so why stick up for the girl?

“It’s none of your business…”

He chuckles. “I really didn’t think you would do it. You’re such a goody-two-shoes.”

I shake my head. “What…did you bet she couldn’t get me to sleep with her, too?”

He sucks his teeth, not even realizing how messed up this is. “Yeah, man. You lost me a hundred bucks. But hey, I’m kinda glad you got laid; maybe it’ll loosen you up more. You don’t have to be so uptight all the time, you know?”

I can’t help the anger and pain that spill out.

The hit is fast, and honestly…I don’t regret it. It feels good.

He stumbles back, holding his nose, laughing still. “Dude, chill. Maybe you need more than just one pussy to loosen your ass up.”

I don’t stay to listen to him or anyone else. I just grab my bag, slam the locker closed, and walk out.

When I throw my bag into the back of my car, my phone vibrates, and I pull it out to see Delilah’s name.

Delilah: I’m sorry Mason

I throw my phone in the car and slam the door shut, speeding out of the parking lot.

Why are people so fucked up in the head?Why do they love playing games with other people’s feelings? What the fuck did I ever do to these people?

Fuck them. Fuck her. Fuck all of this.