“Can’t. I have a partner in one of my classes, and I’m sure if I don’t have something done by Wednesday, she’ll personally rip my balls off.”
“Oh yeah, because you’re getting so much action that you need them.” Jaxon wriggles his eyebrows at me.
“Little sister still in the room.” Brinley sighs, not lifting her gaze from the paper.
“My sexual activities are none of your business,” I respond. “But just so you know, I’m getting plenty of action.”
From myself.
I didn’t need to specify what kind of action I was getting because only one type of action mattered to me at the end of the day. And it was action on the ice. I wouldn’t let anyone fuck that up for me.
Especially a girl.
five
Ember
I’m stuck with him.
I tried to talk to Mr. Randsen and explain why I couldn’t work with Declan, and he had the audacity to assume I slept with him, and he never called me.
Me… sleep withhim? Seriously?
“I hate him. How am I supposed to put up with Declan for two semesters? He’s an asshole.”
Maia stops in her tracks to look at me. We’re on our way to her next class.
“Okay, but he’s a hockey player; that’s hot. He’s probably hot,” she says. “It could be worse. He could be an ugly asshole.”
How Maia went to all of Cam’s games and managed to avoid Declan and his entourage is beside me, but I’m happy she did. If he would’ve looked at her with those chocolate-brown eyes, she would’ve been a goner.
“Maia?! Whose side are you on?” I sigh.
“I’m just saying you have something nice to look at. Even if he is the world’s biggest douchebag.”
“Looks don’t outweigh douchiness.”
“Is that a word?”
“Who cares.”
“Maybe he’s one of those guys who’s just misunderstood? You know, the ones who are struggling deep down and—”
I tilt my head, my mouth falling open slightly. She’s gotta be kidding me.
“Nothing can be misunderstood about what he did freshman year.”
“Oh, you mean the thing you won’t tell me anything about besides it being humiliating?”
“Exactly.”
She knows even less about that night than Cam does. Not just because it’s humiliating but because I don’t want either of them to end up in prison.
“How can I judge someone solely based on an event I know nothing about?”
“Because your best friend told you to. I didn’t ask for details when you and Cam broke up.”
“You probably got the details from Cam, so you didn’t need them from me. Speaking of Cam, we should keep walking in case he gets out of class early.”
