Page 13 of Snake

I tug at my pants.

Christ, Nim got me all fucking hot and bothered. I’m already sweating against my cup, and practice hasn’t even started. And, like always, that sweat is prickling against my skin, making me itch.

But it’s worth it, especially if Nim will let me tap that sweet ass of hers when I’m done with practice.

I’d pay any price for that.

* * *

Irealize about five minutes into the first half of our practice game that there’s something wrong. As in deeply, deeply wrong.

First, I keep having to nudge my cup, gritting my teeth against the faint itch that’s sprung up around my dick. But the more I move the cup around, the more I sweat…the more I itch.

Suddenly it’s like someone took a handful of poison ivy and shoved it down the front of my pants. It itches so fucking wildly that I can’t stop myself from letting out a hoarse yell of pain.

Jesus! My motherfucking balls are on fire.

I rip my cup out, barely keeping down another yell as I make a run for the water station. My junk is burning so badly I don’t even consider wasting the time it would take to fill a disposable cup with water. Instead, I hunker down in front of the water tank’s spigot, open it, and do the fucking limbo trying to get my dick under the stream of water.

Coach blows his whistle, and seconds later, just as I’m experiencing some goddamn relief, I’m surrounded by the entire football team.

“Jesus Christ, Bennett,” Magnus says. “I definitely don’t want whatever you’ve got.”

The team erupts in laughter, but I grit my teeth and bear it. My genitals are still burning, but not as much as before.

“Fuck off,” I mutter, when someone asks me if I’ve been sleeping with Eliza again. I may—or may not—have spread some rumors about her last year after she began targeting Knox and me with her whole “Snakes” bullshit. It’s possible that Eliza hasn’t been laid by anyone at Cinderhart Academy for close to two years because they all think she has syphilis.

And chlamydia.

And, possibly, genital warts.

It kinda hits me all at once.

A glance up at the bleachers confirms my suspicions. Nim is nowhere in sight, but Romi is sitting up there, her phone out, obviously taking a video.

I don’t dare put my junk back inside my cup, or my jockstrap, or even my fucking pants, so I have to hurry awkwardly back to the locker room with my scepter and jewels clutched in both hands. I head straight to the shower, my jaw bunching as I carefully peel off my clothes.

When I’m stripped naked so I can examine my junk, I shudder and hurriedly get under the water. Fiery red bumps cover my dick and balls.

I towel off, snatching up my cup and peering inside. At first I think there’s blood in there, but when I look closer, I can see tiny white hairs and granules of red.

That’s when the smell of pepper hits me.

Those bumps? Irritation from the pepper and whatever the fuck else Nim slipped into my cup. It must have been her…or Romi. I saw her coming from the locker room, but I thought she’d been in there to see Magnus.

Is he involved in this too?

My fist thumps into the wall, frustration warring with discomfort. I desperately want to scratch my balls, but I don’t dare to because I know I’ll just make it worse.

I change back into my uniform and head to the campus building, hurling my cup into the first trash can I find.

I’ll explain to coach later.

Right now, I have to get back to Knox and Silas. I have to warn them.

I’ve seen this movie, The Revenge of Nim Winters.

No one gets out alive.

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