Page 61 of Two Guys One Puck
“Maybe you don’t think it’s that deep, but you’re going through a lot right now, and we see the signs.”
“You’re making it sound like I’m doing hard drugs.” I rub a hand over my face. “You two sleep with people all the time.”
“But Ktytor?!” Archangel says.
“And you did try and sleep with that chick who looked like him, so this is a pretty deeply imbedded thing.”
Archangel nods. “You’re right. I forgot about that.”
Fuck, I’m going to be here all day if I don’t get these two assholes off my back. “He’s gone, and I’m not even going to see him again. He’s three and a half hours away, and we don’t play them in the season for like a month.” I know—I checked first thing after he left.
“He has a point. He doesn’t have a car,” Archangel says to Wolfe.
“Can we trust him not to sneak off to get a fix and, like, hitchhike there?!” Wolfe is clearly going in on his made-up scenario, which is going to make this a fun evening of him freaking out.“His behavior is escalating which is a bad sign!”
“I don’t think he’s that far gone…” Archangel is trying not to feed into his delusions, thankfully.
“How do we know? We don’t know how bad this is! He’s kept it a secret for eight months.” Wolfe gets more animated with every word.
Archangel pats his arm. “Take a breath. I don’t think it’s gone that far.”
“We just can’t know!” Wolfe puts his head in his hands.
“Can I go?” I mouth to Archangel.
He nods.
I quickly take my backpack and go to my room. I find a Snap waiting when I pull my phone out.
Ktytor: Are you home yet?
We’d been chatting some. Mostly flirting.
Seaborn: Yes.
Ktytor: Why so late?
Seaborn: because I only have class Tuesday and Thursday.
Ktytor: Bastard.
Seaborn: you’re just jealous.
Ktytor: Of course I am.
Ktytor: When do you have practice?
Seaborn: Not for an hour.
Ktytor: good you have time to enjoy this.
A photo icon appears on the app, and my thumb hovers over it. I click it, not sure what to expect. A photo of him with his sweats pulled so low I can see the base of his dick.
Seaborn: tease.
Ktytor: If you want more, ask for it.
What the fuck do I even say to that? And would he really send me a picture?
