Page 68 of Necessary Roughness
But my roommate was shaking his head. “It’s a bad idea. Curfew is at ten. Remember what happened two years ago when Zane saw Sandy leaving your place?” Zane was the assistant coach who periodically checked-in on us to make sure we were behaving.
“Oh yeah. Sandy.” I smiled at the memory. “She was a lot of fun. Not my girlfriend, though. Just a fling.”
“Not the part I wanted you to focus on,” Knox insisted. “You were suspended a game for breaking curfew. Roman and I were given warnings for allowing it to happen. They want us to hold each other accountable.”
“Those rules are meant for the under classmen,” I argued. “They won’t care what we do. And they definitely won’t suspend the star freaking quarterback. We’re seniors now. We’reveterans!”
“All the more reason to set an example for the rest of the team.” Knox put down his phone, his face hardening in a way that meant he wasn’t going to budge. “Look. I want this just as much as you do. I’ve been looking forward to tonight for days. But the NFL draft is in April. Right now, I’m estimated to get drafted in the second round.Maybethe first round if I continue putting up big numbers this season. That has to be my top priority, Logan. The draft will decide how the rest of my life goes.”
I sighed. “Goddamnit. I hate how much sense you make.”
“So you agree with me?”
“Yeah. But I’m not happy about it.”
He picked up his phone and started texting. “Trust me. I’m not happy about it either. But this is for the best. We can wait until Saturday night.”
Knox:Curfew is 10:00pm. We can’t risk violating it.
Sloane:Noooooooo. Mom’s taking me to a nice restaurant. There’s a 45 minute wait right now, plus time to eat… I won’t be home in time.
Sloane:What about tomorrow night?
Knox:Not with the game on Saturday. Can’t risk it.
Sloane:Fuck!
Me:No. It’s actually the OPPOSITE of fuck. Negative fuck.
Sloane:Rain check?
Knox:Saturday night? No curfew, and we get to sleep in on Sundays.
Sloane:Yes! Saturday night is perfect. I promise not to get drunk at the game. I’ll save all my drunk for you two.
Me:But not TOO drunk. Don’t want a repeat of the first night we met you. I’ll clean up a girl’s vomit once, but twice is crossing a line.
Sloane:Ugh. Please don’t remind me about that night.
Knox:More importantly, we want you to remember every filthy second :-)
Me:Yeah, that too.
Sloane:Yes please. Saturday night. It’s a date.
Me:Sex date.
Knox:Sex date
Me:JINX!
Me:You know what really sucks about all this? You can’t even send us a sexy photo to tide us over, because your phone is from the bronze age.
Sloane:That does suck. To make up for it, when we hook up on Saturday, I’ll let you snap a few photos of the action.
Knox:Oh.
Me:Ohhhh damn
