The Bet

“Hey what just happened?” Jon asked walking up next to me.

“I really don’t know.” I hesitated rubbing my hands over the back of my neck, a nervous habit I had picked up when I was a kid. I looked around the club making an extra effort to avoid Kane’s eyes. I knew that he was getting enjoyment out of this and I wasn’t in the mood for it.

“I’m going to get going.”

“Alright catch you later man.” I heard Jon yell. I said a quick goodbye before getting the hell out of this club. I walked out the doors inhaling deeply. I walked towards my Mercedes quickly dying to get home and just go to sleep. I unlocked the car and climbed inside. “Fuck,” I yelled banging my head against the steering wheel. This kind of thing would happen to me. I would be fucked over by a girl, yet again. I heard a knock on my window; I looked up to see Patrick’s face.

“Open up,” Patrick demanded. I wasn’t going to let him in the car so I rolled down the window. I didn’t say a word hoping that he would go away.

“How goes the blue balls?” Patrick joked.

I groaned not needing a reminder of what had happened earlier tonight. “Don’t you have some girl to be fucking?”

“Yeah, unlike you.” I looked behind Patrick and saw a busty blonde in a too tight dress waiting patiently a few feet away.

“Fuck off Patrick, I’m going to win this bet,” I promised before revving the engine. I drove off before I could hear another thing Patrick had to say.


I got back to my apartment and wasted no time going up to my bedroom. I was fucking exhausted. I looked around the large bedroom until my eyes landed on the frame sitting on the dresser. It was a picture of Ali and me, taken when we were in Cabo. I looked at at her blonde hair being whipped around in the wind. We had been so happy then until she went and broke my heart. I picked up the picture and tossed it in trash. I heard the glass shatter as it made contact with the metal. I took off my shirt and pants and climbed into bed. Hearing the familiar jingle of dog tags I moved over so Callie had room on the already large bed. The black lab jumped onto the bed moving up right next to me. I reached over a starched her right behind the ears.

“Tonight sucked Callie.” My ears rang as the black lab barked in agreement. I leaned over to turn off the light. It had been a long night.


I got to the practice rink with about 5 minutes to spare. I entered the locker room and immediately knew word had spread about my endeavors with Sydney last night. I knew I was going to be the butt of the jokes this morning. I silently walked to my locker shoving my stuff in it. I sat down on the bench and re-laced my skates.

“So Seabsy get any action last night?” Steeger joked. I shoved him hard knocking him onto his side.

"Aww poor Seabs still got a case of the blue balls?" Patrick joked.

"Shut up you little fuck face."

"Don't be mad at Patrick because he can get laid and you can't," I heard Ladd say from across the locker room. I was about to go off on him when Coach Q came into the locker room.

“Guys stop fooling around and get your butts on the ice.” Nobody wasted a second, all hurrying to get out on the ice.

“Oh and just so you guys know,” I called out, “If I hear one more joke about last night I will fuck you guys up so hard.”


Practice was grueling and I was thankful it was over. I left the locker room and popped the trunk of my car.

“Brent wait up,” Jon called. I turned and saw him jogging to met me.

“What’s up?” I asked

“I got a text from Chelsea and she was wondering if you and I wanted to meet up with her later.”

“Is Sydney going to be there?” I asked no sure if I wanted her to be there or not.

“I’m sure she will be. She and Sydney are attached at the hip.”

“Alright fine let’s go.”