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But no, the only reason that I’m not having more play time is because the captain is a big ass homophobic asshole. Very fun to be around that one.
But I don't mind it all that much. The homophobia? Yeah, that's not cool, but they mostly kept their distance this week after Ty's impromptu performance in Yetties. Nobody wants to anger the football team, I guess; they're like royalty here. I don't have issues with the benched part, though. It gives me more time to work on my songs while watching the game half-heartedly from the sidelines. So you won't hear me complaining. At least it gets me free breakfast and dinners every day.
So with said breakfast piled up, I join the team that actually likes me, the football players. I greet them, drop down next to Ty, which somehow became my usual spot, and proceed to drink up my OJ, listening in on the very weird conversation that's going on.
“No, that bruise is also not from practice yesterday,” Lamar answers some question I haven't heard and taps his wrist. “Missy tied me up again and–”
“Oh no, please don't elaborate,” Tyler butts in.
“Yeah,” one of his other teammates agrees. “She eats balls for breakfast; she's scary, man.”
Lamar's big ass grin appears. “Shedoeseat balls for breakfast. Big, black–”
“Oh for Christ's sake,” Ty grunts. “I haven't even taken a bite yet. Can you at least wait till I'm finished before you start being… well… you?” He gestures in Lamar's general area, making me chuckle around my toast.
Lamar nods and just proceeds to smile at everybody while they eat. Of course, he's done already, being the buffalo that he is, and it doesn't take him long before he starts to bounce in his seat. I just feel his energy zapping around and do my best to smother a laugh when Ty starts to curse under his breath.
And when Ty takes the last bite and wipes his mouth, the grin on Lamar's face gets into James Franco territory.
“Oh God,” Ty sighs, letting his head fall into his hands. “Just get it out already.”
“Missy eats my big, black balls for breakfast,” he almost shouts through the entire cafeteria, and people stop and stare, laughter breaking out at our table.
“Well, I wanted to, but you were already gone.” Missy appears suddenly and slams her plate down. She drops down into her boyfriend's lap without a care in the world, as if she eats with us all the time, and like he shouts about his balls in her mouth every day as well, for all I care, he might actually do.
“We don't have to play tonight, sweetie, since it's Thursday. Do you want to come over?” Missy asks Lamar while he's busy stealing fruit from her plate. That guy can eat. A lot.
“Oh, please no,” I groan, interrupting them. “I really need to study, and it sounds like my wall is crumbling down when you two are going at it.”
“Hell yeah!” Lamar holds out his fist to bump, but nobody responds.
“I guess I'll have to go to the library then. That management class is too hard.”
“Really? I'm breezing through it, actually,” Ty nudges me.
I frown at him. “Yeah, the course isn't what's bothering me, the language is. I don't understand some terms, and because of that, I have to Thesaurus my ass off every time I open the textbook.”
“Maybe I can help? You can come over to my place tonight. With Lamar gone, it’s actually kinda quiet.” The teammates who are also roommates, sitting with us, agree with that.
My eyebrows soar. I never thought of it before. As much as we hang out, he never comes over to my place, nor I to his. Well, aside from that night after the party when I crashed in his bed, waking up spooning his girlfriend–not my finest moment.
“Yeah, sure. But I have soccer practice first.”
“That's okay, we also have practice. See you later at my place?” He nudges me again, making my stomach flutter dangerously.
“Careful now, Ty. That almost sounds like a date.”
He laughs at that. “Hah, you wish.”
I wish. I wish indeed.
It’s kind of weird, actually, that I only start to feel guilty about Tuck and my former plan to date him until he walks in on me lying across Tyler's lap on his big couch several weeks and study sessions later.
Yes, apparently we study together now as well. To be honest, he’s quite smart. Not something I would expect from a jock, but I guess he isn’t your stereotype jock anyway.
Yeah, he’s totally addicted to working out, and he follows every freaking stat about the game that he can find. But besides the sport, he’s a quiet guy. He’s calm and collected, a force to be reckoned with on the field.
Outside of the game? He’s not much of a partier; he just loves to play video games or watch a match or a movie and call it a night. Like we’re doing now.
