Chapter 47
Chapter forty-seven
Duncan
I'm not a fucking donkey.
"So fucked up." Emmett says as he stuffs air-popped popcorn into his mouth.
"Is that what I’m supposed to be learning?" I ask as I sip my ginger ale.
"Maybe. You’re fucked up for letting Rhys leave." Emmett shrugs and I rip the bag from his lap sending kernels flying all over Felix’s suite. We’re supposed to be taking our pre-game naps. Well Aiden still is but we all know better than to fuck with a goalie’s routine.
"Dude!" E.T. grumbles.
"I’m not fucked up for letting Rhys leave. He said he couldn't go back to friends-with-benefits. I had been his boyfriend for like a day!"
The pain of that night hits me again.
"Shhhhhhhhht." Felix hisses as he points to Crosby who passed out the second his back hit the headboard earlier. I think I see a line of drool sliding out the side of his mouth. The new dad is out cold.
"Plus, we’re supposed to be relaxing." Bryson says as he stretches.
"Then maybe don’t make me watch some fucked up thriller." I mutter.
"Fair." Felix says as he hits pause. "You’ve seen it before right?"
"Yeah, he figures out she’s buried there. Has a spiritual awakening and shit." I grumble. "How does that relate to me?"
"It’s supposed to teach you the journey is worth it and the result might not be what you were expecting but it always ends the way it’s supposed to." Felix says as he navigates to another movie.
"Shrek?" Are they serious? "If you tell me I’m the fucking donkey I’m going to fight your asses on the ice tonight."
The boys share a look.
Assholes.
"Okay then, we have time to watch this one before we have to meet at the bus." Felix navigates to National Treasure.