Page 80 of How We End
Anaheim vs Las Vegas, Final Score 2-4
“Good game tonight, boys.Anaheim is a tough team, but we got a few past them.Julian, great game tonight.Blaisy, good to know you can find the back of the net.We have a couple days off for the holiday, but I need everyone back for practice on the twenty-sixth.”The locker room groaned.Coach Murry held up his hand.“I don’t make the schedule.Remember, we have a game with San Jose on the twenty-seventh.Keep all your bones in one piece and stay out of trouble.No press tonight.And happy holidays.”
“I will be so glad to be out of the city.”Anders pulled off his pads.“You and Wyatt leaving tonight?”
“No, we’ll leave in the morning.You and Tee?”
“Nah, tomorrow.Mason, when are you and Hannah leaving?”Anders called.
“Tonight.We’re driving as far as Goldfield.Hannah’s brother lives up there.Ty is riding up with us, but he may need a ride back with you, Jules.”
“Jules already has a passenger princess,” Anders called out.
“What?”Mason looked at me.
“Thanks, Anders.”Some conversations were better had when everyone was fully clothed.
“What?They are going to find out sooner or later.And these assholes are barely housebroken.Not to mention King and Hannah are going to be there.”
“Hey.”Mason threw a towel at Anders.“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“That Hannah has bigger balls than you.She skates better too.”Anders shrugged.
“I gotta agree with Andy.About the skating part.Haven’t seen her balls.”Tyler King walked into the locker room with a towel around his waist.
“No, she doesn’t,” Mason grumbled.
“Yes, she does,” Tyler said.“Who’s got a passenger princess?”
“Silver.”Mason nodded in my direction.“Who is she?Some celebrity?Or some young heiress to a casino fortune?”
“I hate you.”I glared at Anders.I knew what he was doing.
“What?If Wyatt is coming, then?—”
“Wait, Wyatt?”Mason asked.“Ah… good for you, man.Glad you found someone.I’m sure he’s great, and I can’t wait to meet him.I’m happy for you.”
“Come on, Julie, it’s one bad marriage.You don’t have to switch teams.”Tyler shook his head.“But I’m happy for you.We just want you to be happy, and if Wyatt is what’s helping you keep your shit together, great.I’m sure we’ll love him.”
“Are you all done?”I asked.
“Yeah.I mean”—Tyler looked at Mason—“we’re okay with this.We don’t care who you love.”
“Yeah, Jules.”Anders winked.
“Wyatt is a woman.”
“He is?”Tyler asked.
“She is.Wyatt is a she.”I pulled on my suit coat.“And I would appreciate if you four would act like adults around her.”Anders couldn’t stop smiling.“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“I am,” Anders said.
“I gotta go.”I grabbed my bag.
“Say hi to Wyatt for me,” Anders called out after me.
“We’re still happy for you, Julie.Can’t wait to meet the woman that pulled your head out of your ass,” Tyler yelled after me.
