Page 10 of I Blame the Club

“He hates me.”

Wes doesn’t bother looking up from his phone, “Probably.”

“Dude. You’re supposed to take my side.”

He looks up with a grin, “I did. I agreed with you.”

“Dick.”

Wes blows me a kiss and goes back to texting. I sigh, throwing myself on the patchy dorm couch across from him.

“Quit texting Trip and sympathize with me. Better yet, let’s hit the town tonight.”

Wes sighs, putting his phone down, “I haven’t talked to her all day. What are you moping about now?”

“Our assistant coach. Why does he have to be so attractive?” I groan, grabbing a nearby pillow and covering my face.

“Told you he was your type.” He sounds smug but I can’t even be mad about it.

“We need to change my type. Let’s hitLifestyletonight.”

Southern Alberta is pretty limited in the homosexual department, so we have to make an hour's drive to the nearest city so I can keep my reputation going strong.

When in doubt, hit a gay club. That’s my life motto.

“You know, that’s not a bad idea.” Wes snatches his phone, “It’s about the same drive for Trip, so maybe she could meet us there.”

“You know what? Why don’t you go back to Trip’s place after, so you guys can spend the weekend together. I’ll cover tomorrow’s practice.”

Wes pauses his furious texting, “You sure? It’s still the first week of training, I don’t want to put that pressure on you.”

Tossing the pillow back on the coach, I sit up with a smile, “Hell yeah, it’ll be great. I’m still on probation from last weekend so I’ll stay sober and drive home.”

Wes grins, excitement sparkling in his eyes, “You’re the best.”

“I know.”

I feel the beat before I hear it. Wes climbs out of the passenger side and lets out a whistle when he sees the line snaking along the outside of the nightclub.

“We might not get in before it closes.”

I grin, “Have a little more faith. Once your girl arrives, I’ll work my magic.”

Wes groans, leaning against my car, “Try not to get us arrested this time.”

“Low blow, man. That only happened once.”

“Twice.”

My jaw drops, “When was the second time?”

“When you failed to be my lookout for skinny dipping?”

Oh shit. He’s right.

I laugh, remembering teenage Wes and his hookup being pulled from the community lake we’d broken into.

“It was 4AM. How was I supposed to know there was a guard making his rounds?”

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