and I’m comfortable enough with my hetero status to say that if I did
play for the other team? I wouldn’t just fuck Garrett Graham, I’d
marry him.
That’s what makes this a trillion times harder. I can’t even hate
the dude who’s tapping the chick I want. No revenge fantasies to be
had, because I don’t hate Garrett, not in the slightest.
A door creaks open and footsteps echo in the hallway, and I pray
to God that Garrett or Hannah doesn’t knock on my door. Or open
their mouths, for that matter, because hearing either of their voices
right now will only bum me out even more.
Luckily, the loud knock that rattles my doorframe comes from my
other roommate, Dean, who waltzes inside without waiting for an
invitation. “Party at Omega Phi tonight. You down?”
I dive off my bed faster than you can say pathetic, because a
party sounds like a fan-fucking-tastic idea right about now. Getting
wasted is a surefire way to stop myself from thinking about Hannah.
Actually, no—I want to get wasted and screw someone’s brains out.
That way if one of those activities doesn’t help me with my don’t-
think-about-Hannah goal, the other can serve as backup.
“Hell yeah,” I answer, already fumbling around for a shirt.
I slip a clean T-shirt over my head and ignore the twinge of pain
in my left arm, which is still sore as shit from the bone-jarring body
check I took at the championship game last week. But the hit was
totally worth it—for the third consecutive year, Briar’s hockey team
secured another Frozen Four victory. I guess you can call it the
ultimate hat trick, and all the players, myself included, are still
reaping the rewards of being three-time national champions.
Dean, one of my fellow defensemen, calls it the Three P’s of
Victory: parties, praise and pussy.
It’s a pretty fair assessment of the situation, because I’ve been on
the receiving end of all three since our big win.
“You gonna be the DD?” I ask as I throw a black hoodie over my
T-shirt and zip it up.
My buddy snorts. “Did you really just ask me that?”
I roll my eyes. “Right. What ever was I thinking?”