Page 31 of I Blame the Club

WES: I’m blocking you.

ME: Fine. Maybe the ape’s name was Devon but that’s not who I hung out with.

WES: … unblocked. Was it Mark Chen?

Shit, I forgot about Chen. We met at the bar on campus and ended up exploring the erotic magic of blindfolds. It was a good night.

ME: Wrong.

WES: Lucas from economics?

ME: Why are you listing all my hookups?

WES: You told me to guess!

ME: Slut shamer.

WES: I’m going back to my movie now. Trip says hi.

I grin, reading his message. Ten bucks says it’s a trilogy.

ME: Nico says hi back. What movie?

WES: Back to the Future.

Knew it.

ME: Classic. It was Maurice O’Brien.

WES: …

WES: You mean our assistant coach? The one who hates you?

ME: The one and only.

Typing bubbles appear then disappear on my screen. There is definitely an off-screen conversation going on over there.

WES: Why?

ME: I was bored.

My fingers hesitate over the keyboard, the desire to share every detail suddenly disappearing.

WES: I have no words. Did you keep it in your pants?

ME: Remember my comment about slut shaming?

WES: It’s not slut shaming if it’s a valid question.

ME: My pants stayed zipped the entire time.

Glancing at my open closet, I see Mo’s borrowed clothes hanging next to my own. Even after a full day of wear, his cologne still lingers on the fabric.

I don’t plan on ever washing them.

WES: Proud of you.

ME: Thanks. Sad to report he broke my pool streak and whooped my ass tonight.

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