Page 68 of Two Guys One Puck
“Obviously.” He dramatically drops his bag and crosses his arms.
“Do you have a fucking issue?” I ask, tossing my phone aside.
“Are you still gonna meet him?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” I sit back, not wanting to do this right now. I want to see if Ktytor has messaged me.
“You can’t think this is a good idea.”
“We fucking won. I shut him down. He only scored once. No team keeps him that shut down.” I’m fucking pissed he’s not giving me credit. “It’s not affecting my game.”
“For now. Love fucks you up, especially when it’s that close to home.” He sounds like he knows what he’s talking about, but as long as I’ve known him, he’s only ever dated guys who have nothing to do with hockey. Maybe he had a bad experience before college. But that’s not my problem. He’s got to work it out himself.
“Your objection is noted, but it’s not a big deal, just a fuck.” I don’t like how I feel when I say it, but it has to be only that. We don’t even like each other. “Is that all?”
Before Archangel can reply, Wolfe busts in like the damn Kool-Aid man. His fucking timing is always the worst. Or maybe the best.
“How did you get a key to our room?” Archangel demands.
“I asked the front desk. I just smiled, and they gave me whatever I wanted.”
Archangel scoffs. “They will just do anything for a straight white man won’t they?”
Wolfe shrugs.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you like it. Now why aren’t you dressed?” Wolfe looks between us.
“I’m working on it.” Archangel grabs some shit out of his bag and goes to the bathroom, which is odd. None of us are shy about nudity.
“You’re coming, right?”Wolfe asks.
“Of course.” I hope he can’t see through me like Ktytor.
“Good! Worked all that out of your system, then?” Wolfe leans in, sticking his chin out.
“You could say that.”
“Excellent. Ten minutes, I expect you both.” He leaves, and I decide to grab my stuff and get out of here before Archangel comes out of the bathroom.
I don’t need another lecture, even if Ktytor ghosts me.
I step out of the hotel and glance around, no idea what direction to even head, so I just walk back toward the campus. I check my phone again and decide to just message him.
Seaborn: I’m ready to collect my winnings.
That seems to spur my phone, and his messages all come through at the same time.
Ktytor: suddenly not interested?
Ktytor: If you don’t want to accept your winnings…
Ktytor: I guess I should make other plans. ;)
Fuck.
Seaborn: I just got all those.
