Not that I care. Or that I’ve looked up some hockey shit. I haven’t. I heard that stuff on the streets.
Because I hang out on the streets so often. I roll my eyes and throw myself backward in my chair.
I can’t stop thinking about this man. It’s driving me crazy. I don’t evenlikehim. Yet, I dream about his mouth on me. My subconscious is convinced that it’s going to be heaven.
Not that I’ll ever know that. Seems that I have zero control over myself when we’re in the same place. And in those moments, all I want to do is suck his dick.
It’s a good dick. I love that he’s uncut. I love that he’s not huge. It means riding him is going to be phenomenal.
No! That’snothappening!!
“What the fuck, Lem?!” I hiss as I stare out the window. This is pathetic. Ridiculous. I hate everything about this moment.
Except that one of my teams that played in the tournament came in second and brought in more than $5,000 for the team. We celebrated them thoroughly at the practice following. I was even more thrilled that Hansley’s team only came in third. It was the women’s lacrosse team that took first.
Yet, when I was celebrating with my players, I barely even remembered that. Seeing how happy they were and listening to them recap had me smiling. They work hard. They don’t complain about the shit I have them do. Ever.
This year especially, practice has been punishing. Wearegoing to make it to the championship this year! There is zero choice in the matter. My team has the talent. We just need to get there. There are no other options.
And these kids take up my battle cry.
I’m grateful. Thankful.
What I’m not so grateful for is the fact that my car won’t start at the end of the day. It makes this horrid sound that I wince away from. After the third try, I do the only thing I can think of—call Sugar.
“Help,” I whine. “My car is broken!”
She laughs. “What do you mean, it’s broken?”
“Listen!” I hold my phone out and then turn the key. The sound makes me shudder and I let the key go. “See?” I say.
“I’m not sure what you think I can do about it. I’m not a mechanic,” Sugar tells me. “Don’t you have AAA or something?”
“I don’t know. Who am I supposed to call if not you? You’re my older sister, so you should be able to do something!”
Sugar laughs again. “Lem, time to get a man that knows cars. Ohhh. Maybe we can orchestrate you hooking up with your mechanic.”
“You’re enjoying my dilemma way too much,” I snap. “But all joking aside, what am I supposed to do right now?”
“Where are you?”
“Sitting in the school parking lot,” I whine, pouting.
“Can you catch a ride home with someone else?”
I watch as Alka, Declan, and Zarek walk into the parking lot and hunker down further in my seat. Out of everyone on this campus, Ido notwant them to see this predicament. No, sir. No, thank you.
“I’ll just call a Shuttled,” I say, “but that doesn’t answer what I’m supposed to do about my car. I’ve never had a car break down on me. Once I ran out of gas but that, you know, just happened. I’m still convinced someone stole my gas.”
Sugar laughs. “I’m sure. Look. Just get home. Honestly, it’s late and there likely aren’t any garages open right now, so you’re going to have to suck it up for the night. Get a Shuttled to and from and tomorrow, make some calls.”
“Ugh,” I complain. “I have to focus on the game coming up! I don’t have time for this, Sugar!! And then there’s the stupid fundraising that I’m already forced to pay attention to.”
Honestly, I keep an eye on it far more often than I admit to. It’s kind of fun to watch my balance go up as the finance department sends me updates whenever more money is deposited. Also, we just secured our very first town sponsor that we went out to acquire. The way I smiled is almost embarrassing.
Sugar does not show me the proper amount of sympathy. “Bro, deal with it tomorrow. You don’t have a choice.”
I sigh. “Fine. Thanks.”
