Page 22 of The Goddess is Angry
“You can tame the Water Ball, but it’s pointless. You have to make it solid to be able to play dodgeball with it. It becomes too cold to hold for very long and insanely slippery. My parents are huge dodgeball fans. My dad, Felix, got all the kids a set of balls for Yule one year.
“Michael and I spent ages figuring out tricks and experimenting with the different balls. Michael’s god never intended angels to reproduce, meaning there was never a failsafe so Michael would get his magic when he turned eighteen. He had his wings, and I had magic, so we played a lot of dodgeball while my parents and siblings cheered us on.”
Drake’s whole demeanor changed. It was like me having a happy childhood and supportive parents pissed him off. I didn’t even know what his deal was because as soon as I thought we were making progress and I’d actually find out, Drake would flip a switch and go back to hating me.
My dads had a whole-ass game plan because every woman in my house had our periods synced as soon as someone got old enough to get theirs and Matilda and I were pretty dramatic about them between the ages of thirteen and sixteen.
Drake’s mood swings were worse than mine when I was still ranting about the unfairness of having to deal with periods for eternity since I was immortal and would eventually stop aging. It was kind of a bitch that I had cosmic powers and still had to deal with cramps.
I was a little asshole about that for a while. Kind of like Drake.
“I need a shower,” I announced.
I was sweaty, dirty, and I had werewolf’s blood on my shirt because he tried to dodge the Water Ball and broke his nose on my clavicle. We only had one broken nose and since my signature move was taming the Air Ball, no one got yeeted off the field by a cyclone. Overall, it was a successful game.
Drake wasn’t going to ruin that for me.
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West heard ‘shower’ and immediately tried to kidnap me back to my dorm. I wasn’t going to say no to that. West was the type of guy who would be supportive of anything. I could have been terrible at dodgeball and West would have told me I was the best person out there and calledtheZion Skinner an ass-face for not letting me on the team.
The fact that Iwasn’tterrible at dodgeball probably had West all horny and honestly, so was I. Winning games was sexy. The only reason I didn’t have a lot more sex after games in high school was that everyone knew my brother and they were still scared he would beat their ass for defiling his sister even after he graduated.
I just had one question.
“Why are you wearing nothing but a trench coat?”
“You play dodgeball, so you’llgetit. If I watch dodgeball with clothes on, something goes wrong for my team. I can’t curse or hex like a witch, but if I’m not free balling during a dodgeball, it’s like my team is cursed.”
“Your ballsarepretty fabulous.”
“I know, right? Some thirsty siren came over when she realized she might get a peek at all of this, but I sent her away. I get that you’re a strong, secure utter goddess in many ways, but it would boost my ego if you started a slap fight and pulled her hair if she stares too hard when I’m naked in magical combat.”
“You heard Matilda. Our parents taught us how to finish it, not pull hair.”
“Can you at least pretend to be irrationally angry about it?”
“I am! We had sex in front of the whole school at the moon and it’s pretty obvious I licked you and claimed you. Is nothing sacred to these bitches? You were out there half naked forscience.Who was she? Maybe I do want to pull her hair a little.”
“Thank you.”
“Oh, I didn’t say that to stroke your ego. I marinated on it for two seconds and I really am mad about it. You’re the first guy I’ve ever met who hit on me because ofmeand not my dad.”
“Now that I’ve met your dad, he’s cool and everything, but he does nothing for me sexually. I don’t need a big cosmic favor. I need someone who thinks I’m awesome and is also awesome. I need someone who laughs at my silly jokes and doesn’t act weird around Oscar. I needyou.I don’t care what you and your dad are.”
West was my ride or die who just got me. Nothing changed for him when he figured out my secret. And my secret could have been something really awful and West wouldn’t have given a shit. I hoped the rest of them reacted the same when I told them.
But for now, I was back in my dorm and West had already taken his trench coat off. There wasn’t any cross over with human and supernatural sports, but humans had pregame rituals and things they thought brought their teams luck. And most of them had a history of getting violent when they saw real magic after a certain time in history.
I’d also been watching and playing dodgeball since I was a kid. There were things Ihadto do before a game or things went to shit. West looked insanely good naked. His balls probablywerelucky. I mean, I had an amazing time with them at the moon orgy and I was pretty sure I was about to get to play with them again.
“Having furious sex after winning a dodgeball game has always been on my bucket list, but my idiot brother cockblocked me.”
“I’m pretty sure your idiot brother is getting topped by a pixie right now.”
I covered my ears and started singing.
“Anything involving my brother having sex is my no-no place and you’re ruining the fact that you’re naked and sexy in my dorm and I have you to myself.”
