Chapter 12
Derek
Hayden: I’m on my way to the stadium.
Me: Text me when you’re five minutes away. I’ll meet you at the gate.
Hayden: Will do.
“Dude, who the f**k are you texting? Everyone you know is right here,” Chris exclaimed.
He tried to grab my phone, and I smacked him upside the head. “It’s none of your f*****g business, dickface.”
Chuckling, he rubbed his head and waggled his eyebrows. “Is it a woman?” I dropped my bag on the floor and opened it up. We had about an hour before the game, and everyone was putting on their gear, pumped for the first pre-season game. Chris sat down beside me on the bench, nudging me with his elbow. “You didn’t answer me, cocksucker. Is it a woman?”
“Yes, it’s a woman. Can you shut the f**k up now?”
He burst out laughing. “Well, I’ll be damned.
