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u wuldnt b able 2 handl me beggin u, big sht.

1. va chier = fuck off

Chapter 16

Mateo

Today 10:53PM

Chispita:

Maybe i am. Or maybe i am. what’s it to u? i’m drunk and horny and both r all ur fault.

Me:

If u’d let me, I’d help with one of those. But not while the other was a thing. When we go there, I want u 100% sober, chispita. I want u to remember begging me.

The second I hit send, I immediately begin to panic. Why did I say that? Idiot! She doesn’t mean anything by it; it’s just the alcohol talking. The vibration in my hand stops my downward spiral.

Chispita:

u wuldnt b able 2 handl me beggin u, big sht.

I transfer my phone to my left hand, freeing my right one to slide down and squeeze the head of my dick, which has been hardening since she called me attractive. Fuck, she has no idea the power she has over me.

Me:

Only one way to find out, gorgeous. I look forward to being right.

Much to my disappointment, the three dots don’t reappear. Given how drunk she seemed, I know she likely fell asleep, but still I hoped to draw out our texting a little longer.

I smirk to myself knowing how much fun it will be to see her at the stadium on Monday for her first day with the Storm. Oh, Chispita, you have no idea what you just started. Just before turning off the lights for bed, I dare to send her one more message.

Me:

I can’t wait to hear…I mean, see u Monday…Whoops. Goodnight, gorgeous. Try to dream of me because I promise I’ll dream of u.

“Lukas, I swear if you don’t quit hiding random shit in my locker,” Benji grumbles.

I roll my eyes at the snob. Little does he know, we all take turns hiding shit in his locker. I don’t know why he thinks Lukas is the only culprit, but Lukas gets a laugh out of it, so whatever.

Today’s hidden item, a glittery, moss green dildo, is actually courtesy of Cillian, but who am I to ruin my brother’s fun?

“Awe, what’s wrong, Benji? You didn’t like the present? And here I thought we were finally at a point where I understood you, too. I mean, you’re a massive dick, so I thought you needed something to take the edge off…and I thought the color matched your appeal so well.”

Lukas throws a hand to his forehead and dramatically flops backward, landing on top of Cillian, Soren, and Cal. “After all, who doesn’t swoon over moldy things?”

Everyone gets a chuckle out of his ridiculous behavior. Well, except Benji. “For the last time, you stupid—”

“Gentlemen!” Coach’s voice rings through the locker room, trapping whatever venomous words Benji was about to hurl at my brother in his throat.

We all stand up and wait for the man to appear around the corner. Confusion is rightfully written across most of the guys’ faces. Coach never comes in here after practice unless someone fucked up or there’s big news.

“Put on some damn clothes. There’s a new medical staff member that I want you all to meet. And her first impression of you all does not need to be while you’re half naked and being dicks to one another.”

He glares at us all, stopping on Benji, who is still holding his gift, before moving to a barely contained Lukas. I swear I see Coach’s lips twitch in amusement before he turns and strides back out of the locker room.

Only the five of us in the group chat know who the new team member is, so it’s not shocking that the rest of the guys start asking about her. Several raise questions about her age, the color of her hair, and other superficial commentary that is easy enough to ignore.