Page 13 of Game On
Gabi:
ARE YOU JOKING
Gabi:
HUDSON FOX???
Gabi:
lol way to go all out on your first night here
Gabi:
he’s our star quarterback. not to slut shame but he very much uses that fact to his advantage
Gabi:
hope you have fun, tho! I’m sure he’s skilled at his craft jaja
Once I’ve finished reading the messages, confusion melts into amusement, followed by an acute sense of understanding.
“Is thisroomieof yours Gabi Martín, by chance?” I ask, handing the phone back to her.
“That’s the one,” she says sharply.
“Figures.” Gabi is a sweetheart but a notorious gossip. A friendly acquaintance that loves to rib me any chance she gets.
“She’s my new teammate,” she adds, finally meeting my eyes.
“You’re on Whitland’s cheer squad?” I ask, panic rising in my chest. Technically, football players aren’t meant to fraternize with the cheer squad. It’s a rule set by our coaches to mitigate conflict on game days. A guideline meant to prevent complications and to avoid distractions.
“Yeah, I’m here for the year on a study abroad,” she explains.
“Shit.” I rub the back of my neck, feeling a headache start to form. I assumed this was a one-off situation. An unforgettable night with a woman I’d never see again. “Well, you know, the sex was great and all, but—”
“Sorry?” She stands up, offended, cutting me off in the process. “Did I ask for a performance review?”
I give a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “Uh, no? But you can givemeone if you’d like.”
