Page 70 of Playing the Pucking Game
I mean, why would it?
He could have any girl at school he wanted. Why would he choose me over all of them?
They know what they’re doing. I was yet to be kissed.
Eventually, I got bored of wanting something I couldn’t have, so when one of Rett’s teammates was brave enough to stick his head above the parapet and ask me out, I said yes, knowing it would probably result in me getting some experience.
If only I knew where it would lead…
When my alarm begins to blare, I throw my covers off and swing my legs over the side of the bed.
I silence it and push to my feet.
That’s when everything from the night before slams back into me.
I crash back to the bed and clutch my aching foot as the memory of having Linc on his knees, cleaning me up, comes back in technicolor.
I guess that explains the dream.
“Motherfucker,” I mutter before gingerly pressing my foot to the floor again.
He warned me that it was going to hurt today. I hate that he was right.
I take a breath and steel myself to stand again.
I hobble pathetically to the bathroom and lower my ass to the toilet, feeling like an idiot.
It’s my third day on the job, we’ve got a game this afternoon that I’ve benched one of our best wingers for, and I can barely stand.
This is going to be fantastic.
If Mitchell wasn’t already questioning my appointment, then he really will be today.
I’m not sure how much help they’ll be, but I swallow a couple of painkillers before I get dressed. I figure I’m going to need all the help I can get.
Everything is somewhat okay until I have to put my sneakers on.
Red-hot tears burn my eyes as I push my foot inside the snug shoe.
I sit on the edge of the bed and attempt to breathe through the pain for a few minutes.
Checking the time on my cell, I find I’ve got a few minutes before our call time.
Parker: I might have had an accident last night.
Casey: Oh my god, are you okay?
Parker: Yeah. I’m fine.
Casey: Are we talking physical accident or something else?
Parker: I didn’t sleep with anyone who wears a Vipers’ uniform, if that’s what you’re getting at.
Casey: But did you sleep with anyone?
Parker: Sadly, just me, myself, and my throbbing foot.
Casey: Throbbing…foot?
