Page 60 of Scrimmage

“Does she know this? That’s kind of fucked up to put all of that weight on her shoulders.”

“It’s not a weight,” she says angrily. “We share it. I’m her person, too. We make life fun. She’s off doing whatever. I don’t care. I hope she’s having the time of her life and tomorrow we’ll talk about it, and I’ll be excited because she is. I don’t expect you to understand. You bundle all of that shit up inside of you.” She takes another drink and bobs under water. I pull her back up again, and she swats at me. “I’m not drowning. Jesus. Fucking drink if you’re going to force me into your company.”

“Just get out of the water and go back to the cabin, and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Boring!”

“Want me to go get Barnes? Is he more fun?”

She cackles. “Is that jealousy I detect?”

I float on my back enough to give myself a break. “Troy, Gage, and Noah were betting that you’d sleep with one of them.”

“Oh yeah? Who’d you bet on?”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“Not in the least. I wish I’d known earlier so I could've made them fight for my pussy.”

“That would be fun for you, wouldn’t it?”

“It’s a man’s world. Play their games. They don’t know that we're the ones making the rules.”

“No, Ashland, it’s fucked up.”

“How? Penny and I bet on dick all of the time.”

It shouldn’t surprise me. “You do?”

“Yeah. I bet that you’d be with Stacy by now, and I knew Noah would try to corner me so I was going to sleep with that red head.”

I grimace. “Tatum is a fucking tool, and Stacy’s head sucks.”

“I saw her go off with Noah. I’m sure she’s willing to swallow twice in a row if you call her up in about ten minutes.”

“I’m not calling her.”

“I wish you would,” she groans.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“What?”

“Stacy sucking my dick?”

“Why would it?” She holds the bottle out to me, and I grudgingly take it.

The rain lightens up some, revealing the tree line. That fucking tree line. “Because…”

“Because your dick has been inside of me? No. That’s not a good enough reason for me to give a shit about what you do.”

I can tell she’s getting tired, but she won’t fucking do anything about it because now she’s here and trying to be a brat. I hand her the bottle and swim over to the dock, grabbing a floating board, and swim back, shoving it in front of her. She doesn’t even say thank you. I grab the opposite side to make sure it doesn’t flip, and I don’t drown, too.

“It would bother me.”

She sighs. “Typical. You’re gonna have a problem if I have sex with your teammates, aren’t you?”

I balk. “I just don’t want to hear about it, and the way they were discussing you earlier they won’t ever shut the fuck up about it if they do. Go for the lacrosse team or something.”

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