Page 46 of Two Guys One Puck
Archangel crosses his arms.
I ignore it. I don’t have the bandwidth to ask them what’s going on. “I need to get laid.”
“Wow. It’s about time. We were wondering if you had like a secret girlfriend.” Wolfe elbows Archangel. “Right?”
“Real. It was getting weird since you’ve been here every night alone.”
I cringe but keep it off my face. “Just busy and stressed with the stuff with my dad and school.” Which sounds dumb after I say it since we are all seniors and have a pretty easy schedule. Saying the season and going into the draft would have been more believable. But they don’t question it.
“We’re glad to have you back. We were just talking about having a party, weren’t we?” Wolfe says to Archangel.
Archangel scowls. “I told him I don’t want to clean beer out of the carpet this weekend.”
“We can just go out.” I don’t have much cash to spare, but to get Ktytor out of my head, I’m willing to spend a little.
“Fine. We’ll go out,” Wolfe says, looking Archangel right in the eyes.
“Whatever. I’ll get the vodka to pre-game.” Archangel spins on his heel and saunters out.
“You two…” I want to say ‘okay,’ but it doesn’t feel like the right word.
Wolfe hesitates but then says, “We’re fine. It’s just shit with his family.”
“We don’t have to go out if he’s not up for it.” I could do it myself. Wingmen make everything easier, but I’ll get this out of my system one way or another.
“Nah, it might be good for him to forget for a night.” Wolfe lifts a shoulder.
Archangel comes back with three glasses and a bottle of vodka from the freezer. He pours us all drinks. “What do you think of the freshmen?”
“There are a couple who will be good. What do you think?”
“I’m not mad Godfrey decided to play here instead of Summerset,” Wolfe says thoughtfully.
“No shit,” Archangel agrees. “I’d rather him be on our side than have to defend him.”
“True. We should do well against the Olympians this year, but I don’t know what we’re going to do about the Monsters,” I say, trying not to think about Ktytor. But any hockey talk is going to bring him back to my mind.
“You got a pretty good lock on Kitar?—”
I cut Archangel off. “Ktytor. Kai-tea-tor. It’s not that hard.”
They both stare then they burst out laughing.
“Don’t fucking start.” I hold out my hand. “Give me the vodka. I’m too sober to deal with you two.”
Archangel passes the bottle over. “If you find another girl that looks like him…”
“I’ve never seen hockey get into a man’s brain so badly he needed to bed down the enemy.”
I hold up a middle finger as my cheeks heat. If they only fucking knew the half of it. “Fuck both of you.”
“He’s even blushing!” Wolfe falls off the couch.
“I hate you both.” I refill my glass, way too sober to be called out like this, so I pour the liquid down my throat.
“Woah there, cowboy. Slow down.” Archangel grabs the bottle back. “Not even gonna mix it with anything?”
He holds out the Sprite, but I shrug. Archangel pours some into my glass anyway, then adds some more vodka. I stir it with my pinky.
