Page 126 of Scoring the Player
Denzel knows what his disappearing did to us last time. There’s no way he’d have willingly done it again.
Which could only mean he’s gotten into a bad place somewhere.
Mom’s frantic, calling me nonstop to make sure I’m okay. Dad’s chest pains have returned, and he has to see a cardiologist next week.
“Where are you?”Blue shifts on his knees and frowns.
I look down at him. “S-sorry.”
His thumb swipes across his wet bottom lip. “It’s okay if you’re not in the mood.”
“I am. My bad.”
My head falls back as his tongue returns to my slit.
He, well,us, is another area I can’t control.
I want more, but the voice telling me not to push is strong. I think we’re shifting. He’s still taken by surprise for a few seconds whenever he calls, and I pick up. The night before my game in Denver, I was settling into my hotel room when my phone lit up. For the first time ever, he FaceTimed out of the blue.
“Hey, yo?—”
A woman’s shriek pierced through the phone, as a blur of dark hair flashed by the screen.
“S-Saahh—hehe! Salem—hff!—s-top—hihh— trying to get meee. Stahp!”
“Who’s this?” I asked as out-of-control laughter blared over the line.
“G-hff!” Blue’s voice cut in.“G-gimme…the phone!”
A door slammed shut, and a smear of color flitted across the screen before a twisted neck and mop of curls appeared, revealing Blue’s sister.
“It’s you,” I said.
“Bestie!” Her head swiveled to glance over her shoulder, and then she took off. “Wait—hehe—no, listen—guess what Arnie—ohmygod—hff!—s-top—when I asked—wait!—if you and him—Stahp!”
“Leave her alone, Blue!”
“She’s toast!”
“Wait!” she shrieked as the sound of footsteps drew near. “Stah—Lemmetellhim!”
Hazy shapes and muffled laughter mixed in with Blue’s “Lehh—it—nnngh!—g-go! Ow!”
There was an oof as the screen landed against a patch of gray.
I waited a few seconds, then called out, “Proof of life, please.”
The phone scratched against the gray before Blue appeared, T-shirt ripped, curls in disarray.
“Um, clearly you won,” I deadpanned.
“Oof!” He lurched forward as Anaïs’s head appeared over his shoulder and her arms wrapped around his neck. “Get off of me.”
She didn’t budge as he tried to shake her off his back.
“I’m gonna DM you!” She winked into the camera.
“No!” he protested.
