Page 18 of He Has MVP (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
My phone, which I’d set up on the new charger, surprises me with a revitalized ring. I jump to get it, more excited than a phone call deserves. Before I check the caller my heart leaps and announces its anticipation.Please be Pink.
Fuck. One glance tells me it’s the opposite of Pink. It’s Jillian, the girl I made the mistake of dating three times over the summer. Once should have been enough, but I got shamed into date two, and date three shouldn’t count because she followed me and got me drunk enough to take her home. I think for a second about not answering as the phone goes into its third hearty ring, but hell, I have no one else to talk to right now.
“Hello, Jillian.” I’m standing in the middle of the great room looking into the fire as she launches into a monologue about her life since I last saw her, when the front door opens with awhoosh.
I turn, the phone to my ear, to see Pink walk inside and coming for me, smile beaming.
“Pink,” I say, the phone still against my ear.
“What?” Jillian says as Pink about reaches me. Then she stops short, smile gone, mouth open in shock and her pale face getting even paler. Fuck. Pink can hear Jillian’s voice as she continues talking.
“Are you with someone, Aiden? Who are you talking to? What the hell is going on?”
“I have to go,” I say into the phone, voice tight. Then I automatically add, “Call you later.”
Mistake. Big mistake.
