Page 52 of Triple Play
“First one to the blue line and back. Then red line. Then far blue line. Then all the way down and back. Go!”
They go.
I watch them sprint. Watch them push. Watch their legs start to shake halfway through.
“Again,” I say when they finish.
“Cap—” someone starts.
“Again.”
They go again.
By the third round, two guys are bent over at the boards. One’s dry-heaving. The other’s just trying to breathe.
“Again.”
“Grant.” Jordie’s breathing hard. Face flushed. “Come on, man.”
“You got something to say, Dickson?”
He looks at me. Really looks. And I see the moment he understands.
This is payback.
“Is this about last night?” he asks.
The rest of the team perks up. Suddenly interested.
“What happened last night?” Bryce asks.
“Nothing,” I say.
“Didn’t seem like nothing,” Jordie says. He’s still looking at me. Challenging. “Seemed like you got pretty pissed about—”
“Shut up.”
“About me saying I want to fuck—”
“Shut the fuck up, Dickson.”
But it’s too late. The damage is done.
“Wait, what?” Devon is grinning now. “Who do you want to fuck?”
“Our roommate,” Jordie says, still watching me. “Elise.”
The team explodes—whooping, laughing, chirping Jordie about getting some.
My hands curl into fists.
“And apparently Cap has a problem with it,” Jordie continues.
“Oh shit,” someone says.
“You into her, Cap?” Bryce asks. “Is that why you’ve been extra psycho lately?”
“I’m not into her.”
