“I just don’t see why you dumped her. You’re obviously upset about it.”
I stood, getting in his face. “What part of mind your fucking business did you not understand, Dylan?”
He sighed, unfazed by me. “Alright. But you wanna go fuck up Jersey?”
“Let’s fuck ‘em up.”
Chapter46
Mikey
I was back in my room, mindlessly scrolling my phone after morning skate. Everyone else was headed out to do tourist-y shit. I just wasn’t feeling it.
A knock came at the door. “Mikeyyyyyyy,” came a raspy voice.
“Fuck off!” I yelled.
“You jerkin’ it?”
“I said fuck off!”
“I’m not leaving,” the voice taunted.
I scrunched my eyes shut and took a deep breath. I was willing to put money on it being Obi, being his annoying weirdass goalie self as usual. I opened the door to find that I was correct.
“What?”
He slung his arm around my neck and walked into my room. “Get some fun clothes on. We’re going sightseeing. Stelle wants to take us to his favorite pizza place from when he used to live here.”
“I don’t want to go on Kitty and Guy’s sightseeing extravaganza to see all the places they’ve fucked in New York,” I grumbled.
“I heard that,” came Stelle’s voice from down the hall. He approached, along with Sorrento. “Come on, Mike. We’re not letting you waste the day.”
With the three of them crowding into my hotel room, I caved. They’d drag me out by my legs if I didn’t go willingly.
The thing is, I ended up having fun. Guy fucked with me by pointing out places he and Kitty had allegedly fucked. We ate pizza. We walked around. We took stupid pictures in Times Square. We drank beers in a dive bar and played darts. Mystomach tolerated everything. We ribbed each other constantly about anything and everything, though no one mentioned Jessie. Obi made us go to some bizarre-ass museum about magicians. Okay, fine, the magic museum was actually kind of cool.
We settled in for dinner at some sushi place Guy liked.
“Kitty says hi,” Guy announced after sending off our stupid selfie with a giant M&M in Times Square. My stomach sank, wondering if Jessie was with her. I thought of her in almost everything I saw. That would get easier with time, right? One day it wouldn’t hurt so bad to know that I couldn’t have her.
We drank too much sake at dinner, in addition to the beers we took in throughout the day while being ridiculous tourists. I was a little buzzed, reflecting on the good times. I had my phone under the table, scrolling through my camera roll. All pictures of Jessie. My beautiful Jessie Girl. Her smile. Her dimple. Her—
“Are those your girlfriend’s tits?” Obi shrieked. “Jesus, why are you breaking up with her?”
“Stop looking at my phone!”
“When are you going to make up with her?” Obi asked.
I clicked my phone screen off. “I’m not.”
“You can’t take my mommy from me like that,” he giggled.
“Someone cut this kid off,” I growled.
“It’s really not a big deal, man. You had one fight,” Guy said. “You’ve made it up to her before.”
Thankfully, our waiter came through at the right moment with our sushi boats (yes plural), and when she left, no one seemed inclined to pick the topic back up.
