“Ok.” Gen smiles, satisfied. “Fiona, do you have an empty beer bottle?”
A girl rolls her eyes. “Really? Spin the bottle? What are we, thirteen?”
“Shut up, Sam,” Gen scolds one of the girls. “We’re playing Truth or Dare and the bottle is just to pick who’s up, so it’s completely random. I’ll do the first spin, since I’m the one who organized the game.”
“As if it took time and effort to find an empty beer bottle at a party full of college students.” Talia says, making everyone laugh.
I chuckle at her dig, earning a deadly glare from Gen. “Guys, you need to take this game seriously. If you fail to complete a dare or if the majority of us thinks you’re lying, you have to streak run in front of the staff quarters.”
The announcement of the penalty is met with a few chuckles and a couple of groans.
“Are you trying to get us all kicked out of camp?” Tucker is one of the people who looks worried about the punishment in case of failure. “If Coach Harrison caught one of his players running buck naked around his building, he’s going to kill us.”
Gen offers him a little arrogant smile and a shrug. “Then don’t lie and complete your dares properly, and you’ll have nothing to worry about. Ok, are we all ready? First spin.”
Genevieve’s spin of the bottle is weird. It’s a half-ass flick of her wrist clearly planned so that the bottle lands on Mack.
“Mack, you’re up. Truth or dare?”
My roommate rolls his eyes. “Come on, Gen, really? You didn’t spin the bottle properly, you basically pointed it at me.”
Gen’s perfectly manicured hand flies to her chest, her mouth popping open in staged outrage. “I did no such thing. The bottle landed on you, Mack. Play the game or take your clothes off and start running.”
While I haven’t known them for long, I feel sorry for Mack. He isn’t a bad guy, and he’s one of the best wingers I’ve ever seen on the ice. I’m not surprised he’s considered one of the most exciting NHL prospects in NCAA hockey. I’ve been wondering this whole time what he could have seen in Genevieve. Aside from what she did to Taryn on their final audition day, every time I’ve seen her she’s been acting like a brat.
I guess she might be considered pretty if you’re into runaway model body types and an overly airbrushed, cosmetically enhanced look.
“We’re waiting, Mack,” Gen goads him. “Truth or dare? You have ten seconds to decide.”
A muscle in Mack’s jaw jumps as he grinds his teeth. “Fine. Truth.”
That must be the wrong answer because Gen scolds him. “Oh, come on! Don’t be so boring.”
“Fuck you, Gen!” Mack spits out. “The game is called truth or dare, so I’m allowed to choose truth. Next time tell us to play Triple Dog Dare if you want to do just dares.”
Gen crosses her arms over her chest. “Ok, have it your way. Then I have a question for you. When are you going to stop being an asshole and get back together? You can’t throw away a five-year relationship for one misunderstanding.”
Mack’s jaw is so tight that I wouldn’t be surprised if all his teeth shattered. “Never. We’re over, Gen. What happened between us wasn’t just one misunderstanding. We want different things. The sooner you accept it, the sooner we can move on.”
“No. You’re wrong. Don’t throw it all away for some little talentless slut who won’t even make the team.” Her gaze is focused on Taryn. “You love me.”
My teammate runs a weary hand over his face. “No, I don’t. I haven’t for a long time. It just took me a while to realize it. You should look into your heart too, Gen. Maybe we were together because we grew up together and our parents pushed us to date. But we’re too different, and if we had met each other here for the first time, I don’t think we would even be friends. And leave Tar-Tar alone. She has nothing to do with our breakup.”
“Oh my God, Mack. You’re such an asshole.”
Mack rolls his eyes and begins to rise from his spot on the floor. “Whatever you need to tell yourself to get through it, Gen.”
“Where do you think you’re going?” His ex-girlfriend shrieks. “We’ve just started playing.”
“I’ve had my turn. I’m going outside to play beer pong.”
Gen’s voice goes up by a couple of octaves. “You can’t leave. It’s your turn to spin the bottle.”
Mack leans down and gives the empty bottle a rough spin. “Here. Happy now? Tucker, you’re up. Make us proud, dude. Truth or dare?”
Our goalie chuckles. “I guess dare?”
“Wrestle Vaughn in the Jell-O tub for two minutes.”
