Page 7 of Two Guys One Puck
“You said it yourself: in this house, we respect women.” He shrugs and laughs. “You sure you’re okay?”
“It was just a loss. I’m fine.” The guys have been babying me since the Monsters game. They think it’s just about the game. Another reason not to tell Archangel.
“I don’t believe you. Ktytor is really getting to you this season.” He’s not wrong, but fuck he doesn’t know the half of it.
“I’ll be down in a few. You don’t have to babysit me.” I roll my eyes and pick up my phone. I have a Snap alert.
“Put on something other than that.” He gestures at my basketball shorts and tee.
“Fine.” I open Snap when Archangel leaves.
Ktytor followed you.
What the actual fuck?
Why would Ktytor follow me? It’s been months.
A message from him buzzes through. Have I died and gone to hell?
Sure fucking feels like it, and maybe that would be a better way to explain any of what happened after that game. Repression seems like the best choice all around, and not even because of the gay shit. I’m down with the gays. But I kissed the most heinous person imaginable.
A lobotomy is my only option here.
Guess I should have one last night of partying with both sides of my brain intact. But first, I open the message because, as it turns out, I’ve not hit rock bottom yet.
Ktytor: looking for a repeat?
Seaborn: What?
Ktytor: What other reason would there be for you to stalk me?
Seaborn: You messaged me.
Ktytor: Only because you followed me.
Seaborn: I didn’t!
Had I? I don’t think I accidentally hit the button.
Ktytor sends me a screenshot of the follow notification.
Ktytor: I assumed it’s because you can’t wait to see me again, beautiful.
Seaborn: Fuck off.
But I can’t leave it at that. He has fucking evidence I was internet stalking. I hurriedly type another reply.
Seaborn: It was an accident.
Ktytor: Why were you on my page?
What the fuck did I even say to that? I guess I’m just going to keep making it worse. I can only hopeloboto-mewill not remember any of this shame. Not like I can fucking tell him I can’t stop thinking about him kissing me? I kissed him? Over my fucking dead body. I don’t need to give him any more ammo to use against me.
Seaborn: I just wanted to see your playoff schedule.
Lots of players post them to their stories to encourage their followers to come to the games. It’s a great excuse.Maybe I’llkeep my brain together for this awful romance between its halves we call life.
Ktytor: You want to see how soon you play me don’t you?
