Page 79 of The Play Maker
Cherry:
Wouldn’t you like to know.
My lips twitch.
Me:
I would. Tell me.
Cherry:
Maybe I’m out living my best life without you.
I shake my head, leaning back in my seat as the scoreboard flashes—end of second period. We’re up by two.
I lower my eyes back to my screen, typing out a reply.
Me:
Not possible. I’m great company.
Are you out shopping again? Clubbing? Secret underground chess tournament?
Cherry:
None of the above. I’m at a hockey game.
My brows pull together.
Me:
Wait, what?
Cherry:
You seem so surprised.
Surprised that Cherry is at a fucking hockey game? Yeah, I am.
Me:
I just didn’t know you liked hockey.
Cherry:
I’m still deciding if I do. I kind of hate how aggressive it is.
I glance back at the ice just in time to see Cole take a monster hit near the boards. He bounces off like a pinball, his shoulder crumpling slightly as he skates it off. The whole crowd lets out that collectiveoooh.
My nose scrunches, practically feeling the pain. That was a hard hit.
Cherry:
For example, a guy just got slammed into the boards. How is that fun to watch?
My heartbeat stutters.
I sit up straighter, my thoughts running wild.
