Page 116 of The Bro-code

“This shouldn’t take long,” Topher reassures everyone. “I just wanted to touch base with everyone after the events of last night and make sure we’re all on the same page.”

When he mentions last night, all my senses are on high alert. I’m guessing he’s talking about what happened between Ryker and Bay.

“Unless Ryker was mistaken, do you care to explain yourself, Jugs?”

Judging by the surprised reactions in the room, I’m not the only one who thought that Ryker would be the one in the hot seat.

Jagger doesn’t let Topher’s aggressive tone ruffle his feathers. He has faced bigger and scarier opponents on the ice and he remains in his seat, as cool as a cucumber.

“About?” he answers Topher’s question with another question, clearly irritated by the use of that nickname he’s always hated.

Topher raises from his seat at the head of the table, his fists clenched at his sides, his body leaning forward, vibrating with aggression. “About the identity of the person who helped you end our losing streak by sucking your cock in the locker room before yesterday’s game.”

There are a couple of nervous laughs in the room, as Jagger doesn’t move a muscle.

Our president’s voice goes up by a few decibels when he doesn’t receive a response. “Tell me that Ryker was wrong and you didn’t go after my girlfriend.”

Jagger finally speaks, his tone calm but ominous at the same time. “I think you’re the one who’s mistaken for calling Bay your girlfriend. Last I remember, she dumped your sorry ass after she found you inside a bunny in her bed. So whether or not Ryker was right or wrong, I don’t think it should matter to you.”

Topher slams his fist on the table, his face red with fury. “Bay is mine!” he snaps. “If you fucking touched her, I swear to fucking God?—”

“You said and I quote,” Jagger interrupts Topher’s tirade. “Find a chick who’s willing to come to the locker room and let you stick your dick in her mouth until you jizz down her throat. It doesn’t matter if she’s good at sucking cock or not, at this point we’re desperate. Who that chick was shouldn’t matter to you.”

Topher goes from red to purple. “Bay and I are gonna get back together!” he yells.

Jagger’s gaze hardens. “That’s not what she said yesterday in the locker room.”

“Ha,” Tucker chuckles. “Did she? If she could talk with your cock in her mouth, you’ve been doing this wrong this whole time.”

“Shut up, Tuck!” Topher demands before turning back to Jagger. “Bay isn’t a puck bunny. She doesn’t hook up. Fuck knows she made me wait for months to get past a few kisses when we started dating. How did you convince her to do it?”

Jagger smiles. “Actually, she offered. I would have been crazy to say no. I might think you’re an insufferable motherfucker on a good day, Mumford, but before you lost Bay for a piece of trash like Bianca, I couldn’t fault your taste in women. Bay is a fucking knock out. I have you to thank for finding out how good she is with her mouth too. She offered because she liked kissing me at the rush fair. Isn’t that funny? And after last night’s victory, she offered to be my good luck charm for the entire season.”

That piece of information is the last straw for Topher’s fragile ego. “Fuck that! You need to find someone else. I don’t care who. But stay away from my girl.”

I’ve been watching their exchange, but it’s time to intervene. “But she isn’t your girl, is she, Mumford? You had your chance with her and you blew it, no fucking pun intended. Bay told you clearly that it’s over between the two of you. Playing stupid games like at the fair or at last night’s party isn’t going to convince her to get back together with you.”

His head snaps in my direction. “Butt out, Connelly. You’re just jealous because you’re so stuck in the friend-zone that you might as well be gay for all intents and purposes.”

I hate this motherfucker. “There wouldn’t be anything wrong with being gay, but I’ll tell you what. After what you did, you have no chance in hell with Bay. And I might as well be stuck in the friend-zone, but I’d rather she hook up with a decent guy like Jagger than with an asshole like you.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

“Decent guy?” Topher barks, his laugh full of scorn. “Is that what the two of you are? Decent guys? You two have fucked more bunnies and coeds than all of us combined. I slipped up one time.”

Jagger comes to my aid. “That’s bullshit, and we all know it. You were just very good at covering your tracks. But I’ve seen girls doing the walk of shame out of your room every time Bay wasn’t around. Cole and I might have been sleeping around, but we weren’t cheating on anyone. So yeah, Bay would definitely be better off with me. At least with me, she doesn’t have to fake her orgasms, you selfish prick.” He looks around the room with a triumphant smile. “Our president doesn’t like to eat pussy, but he expects to get head. You’ll be happy to know that as long as we hook up, your girl is being taken care of.”

There are a few whistles and cat calls around the room.

“I’d eat that pussy any day for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” Tucker declares, licking his lips in a suggestive way that causes both me and Jagger to glare at him. “Bay Woods gives me wood.”

If we were expecting Topher to yell at us or say something smart in return, we’re surprise when our frat president stares at us with an icy glare.

“Very well. There’s a reason why I called you all here. Yesterday in the locker room was your last hook up with my girl.”

I don’t like how calm he is, it makes me immediately suspicious.

“Fuck you,” Jagger challenges him. “For the millionth time, Bay isn’t your girl. And besides the fact that I love hooking up with her, you’re forgetting something. I need that lucky bj before every home game and with the bunnies on strike, I need Bay’s help. We’ve all seen what happened when I skipped it.”

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