Page 50 of Two Guys One Puck
“Where are you even coming up with these?”
“Is called wit. Maybe you should try it, Ariel.”
I keep coming up with them. It’s almost as fun as scoring, and since he’s shutting that down, I keep throwing them at him.
“Come at me like your tiger, Jasmine.” I see them chipping away at his shield.
“I think the only princess name you haven’t called me is Tiana.”
“Because Tiana is a queen, and I’m not a frog. Duh.”
“I’d ask you if these games work on women, but I know you don’t get any.” His comment gets under my skin because all I can think about is all the women that will be all over him if he wins this game, and it’s on.
We’re basically in a game ourselves. No one outside of us matters. We are at each other’s throats, and I’m only not hitting him because I can’t risk time in the box. But it almost breaks out into blows a couple of times.
Coach pulls me out.
“What is wrong with you today?” Coach asks in his gruff voice when I sit on the bench.
“He’s gotten better,” I spit.
“Not that much. You need to get your head in this. I’ve never seen you this worked up.”
“I’m not worked up.” I laugh because I’m not angry. I’m the clearest I’ve ever been.
“I have tapes that will fucking prove otherwise.”
“Then you’ll see he’s improved. If I had some help from the wings maybe I wouldn’t have to carry the team on my back.”
We tie, and in the grand scheme of things, it’s not bad, but I’m all worked up and can’t come down. I dread coming face-to-face with Seaborn when I walk out of the locker room because I don’t know what I’ll do.
Maybe I should avoid him and just go out with my team, but the risk of seeing him in a bar again punches me in the gut.
No matter how tonight is going to go, I’d much rather have him to myself.
EIGHTEEN
KTYTOR
My coach lectures me for fucking half an hour after my comments before he lets me shower. I’m so pent up I’m not sure if I want to fight or fuck. Or even what happens with a tie. Nothing? We just go our separate ways? I know instantly that’s not what I want to happen.
Not after thinking about him all summer. I’m not letting us being in the same city end without getting a release.
By the time I get out of the locker room, everyone is gone. I check my phone, but there’s nothing. He can’t have left? Doesn’t he want this as badly as I do? Or maybe I’m just telling myself that to feel better about wanting to fuck the enemy.Maybe I’ve lost my mind. Who knows.
Ktytor: where are you?
Seaborn: Where the fuck are you?
Ktytor: Can you even answer a question?
Seaborn: I’m walking back to my place.
Ktytor: Can’t even wait for me. Typical.
Seaborn: I waited like half an hour.
Ktytor: I was dealing with my coach.
