Page 4 of Curve Ball
So I’ve got to head into Oakland to get my stepsister. She’s at a bachelorette party at Continental. Anyone want to come with?
You know what? Fuck it. I need to get out of this house.
Gael
I’m down.
Andres
For sure.
Jackson
Well, if Dre is going, I guess I am too.
Kai
I’ll be downstairs in ten.
I haul my ass off the couch and head to my closet, grabbing a black pair of slacks, a black button-down shirt and my all-black Vans. Checking myself in the mirror, I give myself a little pep talk. “You’ve got this. You’re a badass motherfucker who can pull any woman he wants.”
Okay, lying to myself maybe isn’t the way to go, but fuck. Let’s see if I still have it.
Locking up the apartment, I head down the hall, and just as I pass Kai’s door, he comes out.
“Papi Gael is BACK!” He nudges me with his shoulder as I pass. “We’re so gonna get you laid tonight.”
“Is that so?” I raise my eyebrow and chuckle. “That’s a lot of confidence coming from a guy that’s on a dry spell himself.”
“I’m not on a dry spell. I’ve just decided that there is only one person I want to fuck and let me tell you, G. I think it’s gonna happen tonight.” We get to the elevator and I hit the garage button, and the doors close, the lift heading down.
“Oh?” I ask, looking at our reflection in the mirrored doors.
“She’s single, G. They broke up.”
Oh, fuck. He’s gonna go for it.
“I can’t let her slip away again. I—I love her, Gael.”
I nod. I know he does. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who is so much in love, so devoted to a single person. I don’t even think my mom has that kind of love from my dad, and they have been together since they were kids. The way Kai loves Isla is otherworldly, like he knows she is the only one for him.
I want a love like that.
“Do it. Tell her.” The lift stops at the second floor and the doors open. Jackson and Andres get in, looking like they’re ready for a wild night.
A wild night of flirting with women, then coming home to fuck each other. They are the openly bi “couple but not a couple” on the team. The rest of us have a bet going on about which one of them gets into a relationship with a woman first and how long it takes for the other to sabotage it so they can be together.
My money is on Andres getting the girl and Jackson destroying everything.
I give it a week tops.
“Dammmmmnn, look at you!” Andres whistles. “You look good when you decide to wear something other than sweatpants.”
“Que se jodan. Tu hermana me dice que todo me queda bien.”
“Don’t talk about my baby sister like that.” Andres snaps, letting out a breath and I silently chuckle as I watch him ball his hand into a fist, then release it.
His twenty-year-old sister comments on my IG pictures religiously, telling me how good I look and all the things she woulddo to me. Not that I’m interested in her, but man, it makes for a lot of fucking with him.
