Page 33 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
“Well, she is a student.” That was one of the good things about how we’d met her. We knew for a fact that she was a student at the university.
“I know, but she deserves the best of the best, and I want to spoil her. I get that she may not be the dream girl we’ve imagined in our heads, but she’s been a good friend to us for the past few years. She dealt with you when you went through that phase where you were obsessed with German pop music. She deserves all the expensive nesting stuff for that alone.”
“She really sounded that cute?” I asked.
Jasper’s grin was almost comically big. “Oh man, thecutest.”
“Hey, I hear we are doing voice notes now? Talk to me—I’ll feel left out if you don’t!” I spoke into my phone, opting to try a private chat with Maple first before the group chat. I had waited until I was on my own to shoot my shot, sitting on my bed like an awkward teenager making his first call to a girl.
Those three little dots appeared at the bottom of the screen, letting me know she was typing.
Maple
Have you guys been gossiping like little old women?
S
J has been strutting around our apartment like a proud peacock all day. I think you made his year simply by talking to him.
Maple
Wow, he must have a really boring life if that’s what made his year.
S
Or he just knows you’re a freaking amazing girl and enjoys talking to you—same as me.
Maple
He’s fallen and hit his head. You should probably take him to see a doctor.
Grinning, I lifted the phone and clicked the record button.
“Maple, he totally has fallen. Fallen for you. When are you going to accept that we really like you?”
I waited patiently and almost crowed in delight when I saw her voice note pop up.
“That is the corniest joke I’ve ever heard. I’m sure you use those pick-up lines with all the girls.”
“I only have eyes for you, my darling Maple,” I said, my voice teetering on cheesy, but I was too excited.
Her next voice note started with a delicate snort. “Do you not remember sending me a photo of your chest? I have no doubt you’re talking to enough girls to fill a sorority house.”
I winced. I wasn’t quite sure how to approach that topic. Because, yes, I’d had more than my fair share of time with the ladies over the years. Though we hadn’t dated nearly as much since joining the Chargers, and I hadn’t gone on any dates at all since my time with that omega in heat.
I still occasionally thought about her. I had eagerly awaited her call and was let down when it never came, but I could understand, considering she was caught completely off guard when we fucked in the university rink showers. While I was good-looking and aware of it, I wasn’t necessarily her type. Or maybe she was seeing someone else. There were a million potential reasons why she had never called me back.
Between her and Maple, though, dating hadn’t felt right over the past couple of months.
“I am going to say that honesty is the best policy here. Yes, I’ve gone on dates, but I have never really talked to anyone the way I talk to you. I mean, you’re the only girl I’ve ever admitted that I hate ferrets too!”
“I still think that is rather bizarre. There’re such cute little fur noodles!” Her giggle was beautiful and I wanted to hear it again.
“I trusted you with that information, and I hope you never used it against me. But I’m being honest when I say, Maple, that none of them hold a candle to you because I’ve never really had much in-depth conversation with anyone else. Most omegas justlike me for my pretty body.” I sighed dramatically. “It’s a curse, really, being this good-looking.”
“Well, that’s awfully shallow of them,” she said, but her voice still held a giggle.
“Do you think I’m good-looking, Maple?”
