Jockblocked: A Novel (Gridiron Book 2)(77)

“Ace, honey, can I help you?”

He doesn’t answer.

I fumble with my phone and text Matty.

Ace is frozen and his phone is blowing up. What should I do?

The phone rings immediately. Ace’s head tips slightly to the side, as if registering it’s at least not his phone.

“Hello?”

My heart leaps and my stomach drops at the same time.

“You okay?” Matty asks.

“Hey,” I answer vaguely not wanting to pour fuel on Ace’s already triggered temper.

“He’s sitting next to you?”

“Close.”

“Fuck.”

The animosity between the two is growing, and I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault. I turn away from Ace and whisper into the phone. “He’s in a bad place right now.”

Matty sighs. “Do you want me to come over?”

I clench the phone in my hand. “No. It’d make it worse.”

There’s a long pause at the other end of the line. I know he doesn’t like this, but Ace is my friend and I can’t abandon him now, no matter how rotten he’s been to me lately. Matty finally sighs, “Call me if you need anything. Anytime, okay?”

“Okay,” I say with relief.

He starts to say something but decides against it, and after we exchange goodbyes, we hang up.

“Was that him on the phone?” Ace asks immediately. Apparently, he’s not dead on my sofa.

I almost lie, but then I decide Ace deserves the truth about as much as I deserve to see Matty if I want.

“Yes.”

Ace breathes through his nose. “Are you dating him?”

The disbelief in his voice grates hard. I snap out, “Yes.”

“What makes you think you’re relationship material to him?”

“I…I…” The question is so surprising, so insulting, I barely know how to answer. “Am I not? Do you know something about me that prevents me from being, um, relationship material?”

“Yeah, because you’re too f*cking nice. College is a cesspool of people who are f*cked up, Lucy. You think you know them one minute, but you don’t. I don’t know what Masters was thinking marrying some chick he knew for the span of a semester, but we all know he’s going to be divorced before he gets his signing bonus.” Ace pauses. “No, after, because the chick will take his money and run off with it, after she’s f*cked all of his teammates.”

“Ace, what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that you’re making a huge f*cking mistake. You want to survive with your soft little heart intact, then smarten up. I’ve told you time and again that guys here only want one thing. You think somehow your * is the golden one that suddenly turns Ives away from all the free * he has access to?”

I flinch.

“No, you’re a novelty. He thinks the chase is great, but once you stop running, he’ll be bored and move on to the next tasty treat on the menu. How long did your dad spend staring at the bottom of the bottle waiting for your mom to stop f*cking my dad?”

I jerk back, feeling his words like a physical blow.

He swipes a shaky hand across his face. “Guys like us. Like my old man. Like Matty. Women are just a convenience. There for the taking. There all of the time. The only thing we can do to minimize the damage we inflict is to pair up with women who want the same thing we want. They don’t want love or romance. They don’t require devotion. They give their bodies. They take from you, and you’re both fine. But that’s not how you’re built, Lucy.”

I hardly know what to say in response because he’s right. I tried the hookup route after my high school boyfriend dumped me. Those weren’t satisfying, so I tried dating my safe, solid boyfriends. Those weren’t successful either. I tried one night with Matty but couldn’t stick with it because he was too charming, too fun, too wonderful in bed and out of it. But I do require loyalty, faithfulness, and a certain amount of devotion. Matty’s already admitted he’s been a shitty boyfriend to one girl.

“Maybe I’ve changed,” I manage to choke out. The lie tastes bitter on my tongue.

“When did you start f*cking him? Have you known all along? Have you been laughing about this shit behind my back?” The veins in Ace’s neck are bulging against his skin. He’s red-faced, and some of his words are wet, laced with spittle and venom.

I can feel a spike of stress messing with my system. “I slept at Matthew Iverson’s place the night my apartment was fumigated,” I say as evenly as possible.

“You slept with Iverson four weeks ago?” Ace yells like some outraged virgin.

My own temper fires up. He’s not the injured party in this scenario. I slam my spoon down again. “Yeah, because you were f*cking some jersey chaser on the sofa, and I didn’t want to watch the porn show, okay? Matt offered me a place to stay.”

“Oh, I bet he did.”

I stare at him in confusion. “Yes, he did. And he was a perfect gentleman. He didn’t try anything. He made me breakfast and sent me on my way. We got together later and had sex.”

He screws up his face. “You know what? Take your little walk in the gutter with Iverson. But don’t come to my house weeping that he’s broken your heart and given you an STD.”