Page 25 of Big Pucking Deal
“More. Of. That,” she pushes out betweens breaths.
I smirk and reach over to push her golden strands from her face. “Anything for you, Bunny.”
I PULLinto the parking lot at the arena and see many of my dance mates' cars already here.
“I’ve gotta go but I’ll call you as soon as we’re on the plane. I can’t wait to see you, Jo.” Joaquín’s voice echoes in my car over the speaker.
“I’ll wait up. And I can’t wait to see you, too. Good luck tonight.”
“Catch ya later, little Bunny,” he says, signing off the way we used to when we were kids.
“Go ahead and try, Bean pole.” I chuckle and hit end on the steering wheel, my smile still stretched a mile wide.
I’m so lost in thoughts of my surprise trip to see Joaquín that I don’t even realize there is someone near my car until a loud thump pounds against my window followed by a little “rawr”. I look over to see a tiny copper-headed T-Rex.
Brooke stands there with her arms tucked into her body close and waving her hands around.
I push open my door and step out. “You scared the crap outta me, you little weirdo. What are you doing?”
“Sorry. I fell asleep watching a documentary on dinosaurs and it just stuck.” She shrugs and adjusts her bag that hangs from her shoulder. “So where have you been? You weren’t at practice the other night.”
“I, um, flew out to Milwaukee to surprise Joaquín at his game.” I shut my door and hit the alarm button, causing the lights to flash.
“Heyyy. Needed some away game dick. I get you.”
I look at her and scrunch my face. “Away game dick? Girl, you and those damn euphemisms.”
“What? Everyone knows out-of-town sex is better than hometown sex. It’s just a fact.”
We pull open the arena doors and begin the walk to our practice room.
“I’ll take your word on it.” Our sneakers squeak as we walk through the tiled hallways and our voices echo.
“So I kinda need to tell you something,” she says, slowing her steps as we draw closer to the practice room.
I stop and lean back against the wall. “Lay it on me, sister.”
“So I slept with your brother,” she spits out.
My feet slip as I almost fall flat on my ass. I knew that they were cozied up and figured they made out, but I was not expecting her to confess that.
“Do you hate me?” Her body curls into itself and she scoots away from me as if I may reach out and strangle her.
“Hate you? Brooke. Don’t be silly. Of course I’m not mad at you. I’m just a little shocked by it. That’s all. Jordan had an awful breakup not too long ago, and it was pretty nasty.”
“Yeah. He told me about that. It’s kind of how we fell into bed. I told him about my cheating ex, he told me about that bitch he dated, and we both decided to console one another. Oh my gosh. He–”
I slap my hand over her mouth and stop whatever word vomit is about to spill out.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not. I most definitely do not want details. You keep that shit to yourself.”
Her smile turns to a pout and I shake my head. I don’t even want to know if my brother still has that heart shaped birthmark on his left butt cheek. There is nothing that she can tell me that won’t make me want to pour peroxide in my ears to clear that fungus.
“Fine, but you’re no fun. We’re supposed to share crazy sex stories. I’ll tell you how Jordan fu–made me happy,” she corrects after seeing the murderous glare on my face. “And you tell me all about getting double sticked. Double pucked? Oh gosh, those are bad. Forget that. Just tell me if Bram and Joaquín double stuffed your oreo?”
An arena employee passing by freezes like a garden statue and words fail me. I just look at her with a dropped jaw and bug eyes.
“I’m taking that as a no. Hey. That’s okay. We all have our thing. Obviously double stuffing isn’t yours. Anywho.” She skips along like she didn’t just singe the hairs off of that poor guy's ears.
