“What’s going on with you?” Jaxon wonders, pulling his shirt over his head.
“Nothing,” I respond.
“You’ve been acting weird since school started,” he continues. “If something’s going on, you know you can tell me.”
“I know, man,” I respond. “And if there was, I would.”
“Don’t tell me that new girl’s got your tongue,” Zeke teases.
“A girl?” Jaxon questions. “Please, for the love of God, don’t tell me you finally gave Mollie fucking Greenwich a chance.”
“It’s not Mollie,” I respond before rephrasing my statement. “I mean, there’s no girl. Not in that way.”
“What other way is there?” Zeke winks.
“Some of us just enjoy their company.” Brooks slams his locker shut and leans against it.
Carter Brooks has always been a ladies' man, but not in the same way as Zeke. Brooks has every woman chasing after him, but he only has eyes for one—his girlfriend, Olivia.
“I enjoy female company,” he pauses, thinking it over. “Especially when they’re riding my dick.”
“And there he is.” Fletcher shakes his head. “You know, one day, you’re gonna meet a girl, and suddenly, sex won’t be enough.”
“Sex is always enough.”
I laugh, shaking my head as I grab a towel from my locker.
“So, if it’s not this girl that’s bothering you,” Fletcher continues, “then what is?”
“I never said it wasn’t a girl bothering me,” I argue. “I just said it’s not for that reason.”
“Uh oh,” Jeremy makes his way out of the shower, towel-drying his hair. “Is Declan Sanderson havinggirlproblems?”
“If you need help getting fucked, man, I know plenty of women who will—”
“I’m perfectly capable of sleeping with someone, Zeke. Thank you.”
“But it’s a girl bothering you?” Jax wonders, sitting down on the bench.
I wish it was that simple. It’s not just a girl. It’s everything. My parents. Hockey. Ember. Freshman year.
“It’s just this girl I’m working on a project with.”
“Oh fuck, she still riding your ass about that?” Zeke runs a towel across his face. “Bro, we’re only three weeks into classes.”
“Yeah, can’t she give you a break?” Brooks questions.
“Did you explain your hockey schedule to her?” Fletcher adds. “I mean, maybe she’ll understand.”
“My hockey schedule isn’t an issue,” I respond. “She understands, trust me. Her brother’s on the team.”
Speaking of which, I don’t think I’ve seen Cam since practice ended.
“No shit, is it one of the freshies?” Jeremy wonders, and I shake my head.
“It’s Bowman.”
“You’re fucking Bowman’s little sister?” Zeke howls. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
