Well, fuckingduh.
I was pissed but that passed. It’s the melancholy I haven’t been able to shake that’s the problem. I’ve never cried over a girl. Not until the night Emma Perkins broke my heart.
“Party tonight at Bridge’s place. Lots of lovely puck bunnies for you to choose from.” Cody won’t let up. “That one chick, Shannon, has been asking about you.”
Shannon. Which one is she?Oh, I remember. “She’s been with a half dozen of the guys.”
“So. She’s a modern woman. She’s in charge of her own sexuality.”
“Whatever.” I’d just be a notch for her. I’m not ready to be someone’s notch. Wait.Was I one for Emma?
“If you don’t go, I’m going to call your mom.”
“The fuck?” I spit.
“I will. Don’t you dare underestimate me.”
“My mom—”
“Loves me,” Cody smirks. “MILFs love me.”
“Do not refer to my mother as a MILF.” Argh. I can’t unhear that.
“Why not? She is one. She’s one of the hottest older ladies I’ve ever seen.”
Clenching my fist, I’m about to punch him in his stupid mouth when he laughs. “Glad to see there’s still some life in you.”
“Fucker.”
“Come to the party. It’ll make you feel better.” He punches my arm but not hard. “Besides, I heard Calvert say he wanted to do more nude hockey videos.”
“God. When will you guys grow up?”
“Hopefully never.” Cody laughs. “So, is that a yes?”
“Fine. Yes.”
“Sweet. Change your clothes. I’m sick of seeing you in the same pair of dirty sweats and an even more disgusting shirt.” He claps his hands in front of my face while shouting, “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.”
So, I do. I go. Why the hell not?
