Page 124 of Puck with Karma
I can hear shuffling coming from the living area, and I swear she just fell off the couch in her efforts to follow my loud demand.
Noah’s eyes widen in surprise. “You have a chick in your room? With that face?” He points at my still bruised-up eyes before taking me in, finally realizing that I am only in my jeans, my top button is undone, and I am sporting a healthy erection.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Noah?” I grind out. I should probably be happy that he’s here, considering he’s my only friend and all, but talk about shitty timing.
He pushes past me with no care in the world.
“You’re not with the hot intern anymore?”
I can’t tell if he’s sad about it or not. Regardless, it aggravates the shit out of me.
“Her name is Abigail.”
He looks at me all innocent like. “I thought it was Abby.”
For some reason, it sounds too intimate when he says it, which, in turn, is making me want to punch his lights out.
“So she’s not coming back to you then? She doesn’t want to nurture you back to life? It’s not true love? She really is engaged to someone else?” He pauses for a second and takes time to breathe. “Oh, I bet you she got fired. There were some pictures online, and she was in them. She was crying, you and Karlsberg were on the ground, full of blood. It was kinda funny, if you ask me.”
“No one is asking you shit,” I growl at him. “Shut the fuck up.”
He pouts and does as he’s told, but he doesn’t go away.
“Aren’t you a little too far from home?” Because I don’t understand why he’s in my space.
Noah’s wandering eyes stop on my face. He looks nervous now, and way too young.
“I hate that they let you go,” he mumbles. “And I don’t want to play without you.” My eyebrows go up in surprise. I no longer feel comfortable in my state of undress, so I grab a dirty t-shirt off the chair closest to me and pull it over my head.
The emotion on his face is everything I wish I could show as well. He is worried, and a bit scared. He doesn’t like this type of change.
“I love playing with you,” he tells me. “I’m not friends with anyone else on the team. They don’t want me to visit like this, and I know I’m too much sometimes, but I’ve never had the opportunity to just pop into anybody’s house while I was growing up. I love this. If you move, who am I gonna visit?”
“Noah,” I sigh. “You need to hang out more with the other players, buddy. They are good people.”
“Not Cole Samson,” he retorts. “I hate the sight of him. And he’s no first line player.”
“Neither are you,” I tease, but then get serious. “But you can be. Just work hard at it, you’ll move up.”
His face lights up with excitement.
“You think?”
I nod. “Most definitely.”
A faint noise from the doorway to the bedroom brings his attention that way. His face lights up when he notices Abby standing there. Thankfully, she is fully clothed.
“You!” He jumps up and points at her. “I knew you’d be here with him! I heard you’re his agent now!”
Abby’s smile lights up the room at hearing the recognition. I am her very first client, and definitely something to brag about.
“I am!” she brings her hands up to her face.
“I’m here to hire you, too,” Noah says with no hesitation.
“What?” Both me and Abby stare at each other in disbelief.
“I want you to be my agent,” Noah repeats. “I am on a one year contract right now. They may not even want to sign me at the end of it. And I want you to find me a trade to the Sliders. For the upcoming season,” he makes sure to add.
