Page 58 of Undressed In The Crease

We beat the Generals 3-1.

One fucking power play goal got in. We shouldn’t have even been on the power play. It was a bogus penalty against Holt for a high stick. The guy on the other team was the one that tipped Holt’s stick up to cause the penalty.

As we skate off the ice I notice the girl, Marie from Drexton Hall trying to get interviews with us.

I told the guys to ignore her. That should be Lenny covering our game. No one messes with one of our girls.

Lenny has our full protection and support.

Everyone snubs Marie except Luca. He skates right over to her.

What is he doing?

Lenny is one of us now. Her article is on our wall! We don’t give interviews to anyone but her.

I’m about to stop him until I hear him talking. He winks at me, knowingly and I wait and listen to what he has in mind.

“Oh man, it’s a terrible loss for us. 23-18.” He starts.

The poor girl is eating it up. He used the number of shots on goal. I even saw her look at the board to confirm. She has no idea what she’s looking at.

“I think it’s my man there, Miller. You know, the pitcher. He really let those touchdowns in. I kept telling him to punt, but he loves whacking it.” Luca continues, smirking in our direction.

She’s writing this all down feverishly while the rest of us sit back laughing at him.

“It’s because he doesn’t get laid enough. Make sure you write that part down. It’s very important. Yes, not enough sex or blow jobs. Has to whack it.” Luca points at her paper.

It’s at that moment when Coach yells for us to get inside.

“I really hope Lenny gets that last part,” Luca says before slapping my ass as we head into the locker room.

Sunday evening. I jog over to The Alpha Sigma Alpha house expecting the worst.

I should’ve just called or texted her.

But no, this is better. This is my third time showing up and she could’ve called or texted me.

Pledge week is over.

Now, I have to show up at her door, no excuses.

I knock and it takes a lot longer for an answer. I’m getting ready to duck or hide when the door opens, but this time it’s just a normal girl answering. No arrows, no capes. She has dirty blonde hair tied up in a messy bun and is wearing huge rimless glasses that swallow her entire face. Her face lights up when she sees me.

“So, it really is you coming around asking for Lenny.” She leans against the door frame eyeing me up and down.

I’m in a pair of gray sweats with a tee shirt. I should’ve dressed nicer. I can feel this girl scrutinizing me.

“Is Lenny home?” I ask, waiting.

“Yup. I’m her best friend, Bridget.” Bridget sticks her hand out for me to shake.

“Oh, I thought Layla was her best friend.” I don’t know what possessed me to say that.

Bridget’s grip tightens on my hand. Squeezing the life out of it.

“Did Lenny say that? Or did Layla? Because I’m her best friend!” She glares at me as her grip tightens even more. “I’ve known her since freshman year!”

Fuck, this girl is ruthless. Mental note not to mention anything about friends to this girl.

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