Page 121 of Friendzone Hockey
“Just a sec. Aaaaand, sent. A nice picture of you and your fictional lay.”
“What?”
“Relax. It’s just a cropped picture of me and Sutter. Here.”
Dash and Fake Me have been chatting for a while. “You told him I hooked up with someone last night?” A fake someone. I haven’t seen anyone since my failed attempt with New Guy. It was a feeble attempt to get over Dash. Newsflash, it didn’t work.
“Yeah. How else was I supposed to make him jealous? Oh wait, aren’t you seeing New Guy?” he mutters to himself, not really looking for an answer. He’s whipped out his own phone and by that smile on his face, he just got a message from Sutter. That’s sure to distract him for a while. Sutter is my brother’s permanent distraction, his forever fidget spinner.
I use the opportunity to look at the damage he’s done, so I can figure out how to fix it. I can’t help my curiosity over what Dash might have said.
“Me”
Hey, Dashie, you up?
I don’t even talk like that.
Dash
Yeah, Stace.
“Me”
Been seeing someone, thought you should know.
Dash can’t think this is me. I’d never send Dash something like that out of the blue.
Dash
Who?
What the? How can he think this is me?
“Me”
Met him on Benduovr last time I was in Calgary. Been chatting. Saw him last night.
Ha! I never use that app. I only have an account because Dash made me one. Speaking of which, add a tally to the “no way does Dash ever get jealous of me” column. As far as I can tell, he doesn’t give a fuck if he’s making me Benduovr profiles.
Dash
Are you drunk?
“Me”
Yeah. From being up aaaaaallll night fucking.
Dash
Just tried to call you. Why aren’t you picking up?
“Me”
Too drunk.
Fucking Casey. It is interesting that he tried to call me, though. But it could have more to do with how unhinged I am in this conversation versus any fake hook ups.
Dash
