Page 27 of My Brother's Best Friend

Jose clasped his hands over my shoulders and chuckled. “Oh, come on, Wolfe. Who doesn’t want a little bit of pussy?” He nodded to Coach Leo. “Bet Leo never turned it down when he was in his prime.”

Coach Leo turned away but smirked. “That’s enough, Jose.”

Between Jose and Coach, my teammates and the sea of parents and students cheering in the bleachers, I … I couldn’t handle it. My stomach twisted, a thin layer of sweat coating my back. There was so much noise, too many people.

I needed to get the hell out of here.

So, while Coach shouted at my teammates a few minutes before the first intermission, I walked toward the exits and slipped out of the stadium. Once the doors closed behind me, I sprinted through the hallway and to the nearest restroom, thrust open a stall, and dropped to my knees, puking up Branono’s pizza in the toilet.

I shouldn’t have told anyone.

I had known they wouldn’t believe me.

CHAPTER15

MADDIE

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

With my thighs pressed together, I sprinted like a maniac out of the stadium and toward the restrooms. A drip of pee rolled down my inner thigh.

Why did I drink so freaking much before the game?!

After pushing open the women’s restroom door, I slammed a stall open, covered the seat with toilet paper, and collapsed down to pee. The pressure subsided in my lower abdomen, and I slumped my shoulders forward, sighing in relief.

Maybe I should’ve not waited until intermission to use the bathroom.

The person in the stall next to me groaned. I wiped and scrunched my nose, really not wanting to listen to another woman grunt and groan as she shit. I already had enough of that at home when the hockey team came over.

Once I finished my business, I exited the stall and washed my hands. When the grunt came again, I glanced over at the stall to see a man’s sweater sticking out from underneath the wall. I furrowed my brow and walked over to it, gently knocking. They were sitting on thegroundin the restroom.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m fine.”

I pushed the unlocked door open and spotted Alec Wolfe with his head in the toilet. He grasped his stomach, as if he was going to puke, and dry-heaved. A clump of thick brown hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.

“Alec,” I whispered, “this is the women’s bathroom.”

“I want to go home,” he cried, clutching on to the toilet seat with his bare hand. “Please.”

“It’s intermission. Are you sure that your coach would?—”

“I want to go home. There’re too many people here.”

My eyes widened because I had never once seen him like this. He loved hockey, loved training, loved when everyone watched. He put on a fucking performance on the ice. Why had he been acting so weird lately? He looked how I had felt during my entire relationship with Spencer.

I crouched down behind him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go then.”

He pulled his head out of the toilet and glanced back at me. “You …”

“What?” I asked.

While I might’ve been stupid as hell to show him any sympathy after what he had done to me this morning, I didn’t want anyone to feel the way I had with Spencer. But I didn’t know where this was coming from, didn’t know if this was all some sort of twisted game or not.

“What?” I asked. “What is it?”

He stared at me for a few moments, his eyes glossy, but his mouth closed. I wanted him to say something, anything. At least he could tell me what was wrong. But he didn’t say a word more.

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