Page 25 of Tricky Girls

‘Well, you’d know about that, wouldn’t you, you fucking dyke.’

‘Ryan!’ My eyes bug out as I give his arm a shove. He might be many things, but he’s never been homophobic,never. His little brother, the tyke he loves even more than he loves himself, is as gay as they come.

‘Leave it, Tilda. He’s just salty my dick’s bigger than his.’ Haz grabs her crotch and thrusts it at him.

It’s to Ryan’s disgusted expression that we leave the room. I return to my place on my bed as Haz takes a real look around this time, picking up and examining all my stuff, smirking when she finds a discarded bra beneath my desk.

I track her movements, grateful for her presence tonight.

‘Do you actually have your dildo on right now?’

‘Wanna come and check?’ she tosses back as she picks through my collection of crystal skulls.

At the look I give her, she laughs. ‘I don’t have it. Forgot it in my haste to get here, didn’t I? Can totally still suck you though.’

‘Raincheck.’ I rub at my face. The adrenaline’s wearing off now and all I feel is shit.

At least he didn’t have Natasha in his room. Small mercies.

Haz comes to a stop before my giant black and whiteThe Neighbourhoodposter, one corner ripped off from the move to uni. Hands on hips, she looks at me.

I shrug. ‘I like angst.’

‘There’s worse,’ she allows. ‘Have you heard ofNorthbound Wolves?’

‘They go here, right?’

‘In our year. They’re playing at Vipers next Friday night. We should go.’

I shake my head. ‘No can do, I’m afraid. I have hockey try-outs that night.’

Haz whirls to me.‘Youplay hockey?’

I fold my arms against her tone. ‘Yeah. Fucking good too.’ She doesn’t need to know I scuppered my chances of joining any team last year after a drunken stumble off the boat following a mainland night out. ‘Why?’

She just chortles, whipping one of my beanies off my desk. ‘Nothing. Don’t worry about it.’ She peers at me strangely as she jams it over her rain-dampened hair. ‘Just make sure you have your stick on you.’

‘Kind of can’t do it without.’ I nod at her head. ‘Suits you.’

‘Everything does.’ She steps up to my bookcase, running those intense eyes over its messy contents. ‘So, back to Vipers. I’m pretty sure your try-outs will be done before 9pm, right?’

‘Yeah, way before.’

‘Sweet. I’ll get us tickets.’ A smirk comes to her face as she grabs something from the shelf and hold it ups.

‘Muscle massager gun.’ For the leg I mangled last year.

‘Uh-huh.’ She turns it over, running her fingers over its buttons. ‘How does that work then? Do you ever—?’ She glances between her legs.

‘No.’Snatching it from her, I replace it on the shelf. ‘I’ve got purpose made toys for that, thank you very much.’

‘Me too. Wanna compare?’

‘Oh my god.’ I flop back on the bed, an arm over my eyes. ‘You are a child.’

‘Nope. Just horny.’

‘Go find someone to horn off with then.’

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