Page 65 of Forbidden Puck
“No shit! But I got a funny feeling he's going to find out anyway—because you fuckedhis sister!And once she tells him what you did, this team is fuckingdone.Either Lance will ask to be traded, or he'll make sureyou'retraded. Either way, the core of this team is gutted. All because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants. Damn, man. I've been telling you to stop sleeping around and get your shit together for two years now—”
I shook my head. “Shea, it's not like that—”
“Oh, I know. You justhadto fuck her. Had to add those sweet, sweet, teammate's-little-sister panties to your collection. They're so hot and rare, and you gotta collect 'em all, right? Couldn't stop and think for a second what a bad idea it is to fuck your teammate's little sister, could you?” Shea's nostrils flared. “You didn't just fuck her, you fuckedallof us this time, Radar.”
“Dude, Shea, I'm telling you, I didn't fuck her.”
“Oh, no? You just held her hand, then?”
“I mean, we fooled around, but …”
“Fooled around, meaning what?”
“We did stuff, but we didn't fuck. She wanted to, but I told her it'd be a bad idea.”
“Lance will be very relieved to hear that you were thinking of him when his sister had your dick in her mouth,” Shea huffed sarcastically.
“That didn't happen, either,” I mumbled.
“Honestly, Radar, I don't care what precise sexual acts you two did together. Look, do you thinkshe's going to tell him or not?”
“I have no idea. I really don't know.”
“So is that why you played like garbage? Because you're afraid Lance is going to find out?”
I had to think it over. “No … I honestly don't think it's that.”
“Then what is it?”
“Well.” I paused. “Because she's mad at me. Yeah, we shouldn't have done anything last night, but I tried to do the right thing. And now she hates my guts because of it. I just feel awful. Plus I made her lie about it.”
Shea's jaw dropped. “Wait—are you telling me you actuallylikethis girl?”
I had to stop and mull it over.Jesus, I do like her, don't I?
“Is it worse if I do?” I asked.
Shea smacked his forehead. “I don't even know. I guess it's less worse than if you just fucked her for the hell of it … but not by much. It's still a train-wreck of a situation. And don't think for a second that anything could happen between you two, alright? It's hopeless. Get that through your thick-ass skull.”
I groaned.
“Sorry, Radar, but you should've known better than to get involved with a teammate's sister.”
“I know. But what do I do now? How do I make things right?”
Shea shrugged. “You don't. You don't tell another soul, and you hope you can take this with you to the grave.”
I nodded somberly. “If I'm taking this to the grave, I have to get one last thing off my chest. It's the worst part.”
“Oh, God. Do I even want to know?” Shea asked.
“She's a virgin, Shea. That's why I didn't sleep with her. Not because of Lance.”
The captain didn't reply. He just turned away, stared out the window and shook his head every so often.
“God damn it, Radar.”
“How fucked am I?”
