so I had to make up for it.
“What can I say?” I tell her, smiling smugly.
She shakes her head. “I don’t get it,” she says, seemingly confused by the arrangement her sister and I have.
“That’s okay…” I say, walking past her and toward the elevator. “It’s really your fault for swiping,” I say teasingly. She says something else but it isn’t loud enough for me to hear.
I get why she doesn’t understand the arrangement between her sister and me, sometimes I don’t understand it either. All I know is I’m basically sworn to secrecy. The only people who know are obviously Amelia and her sister.
I don’t mind keeping it to myself though. The guys would never let me hear the end of it if they knew I was finding myself with the same girl, multiple times a week, for months now.
Also, Amelia would kill me if she found out I had said something to anyone about what we’re doing. Total silence is the rule.
That was the plan.
It’s not like we thought this would happen, the two of us seeing each other. I was just bored on a dating site. We had just won the championship and I had nothing better to do. I saw her picture, swiped right on it and it was a match. I was intrigued and sent a message, which she ignored for a couple weeks. I could tell she read it but chose to not respond. It bugged the hell out of me. But one night, I saw her at a party I had crashed and approached her. Funny enough, she later told me that was the first Bragan party she had gone to and only went because her sister convinced her to. The moment I saw her, I knew it was the same girl from the chat and I wanted to figure out why she was ignoring me; like I said, I didn’t like it.
That night started everything.
We were both physically attracted to each other.
She knew what she wanted. I knew what I wanted. So, we left the party together and that was that.
I thought it was only going to happen once, like most of my hookups, but then I couldn’t help messaging her again on the dating site and she finally responded. It’s been a few months since that night and for the life of me I can’t figure out how it ended up this way.
Well, I sort of can.
There’s no drama with her. No hidden agenda. She doesn’t want a relationship with me. Doesn’t want me to linger or have feelings for her. It’s like I’m dating a female version of me. I kinda love it.
We both wanted it to be a one-time thing. Mostly because I never see the same girl more than once and because she found out I was a football player and wanted nothing to do with that, though I can’t imagine why anyone would feel that way.
Then again, she’s prelaw and a genius. I’m pre-NFL and not the brightest crayon in the box if I’m being honest.
So a cone of silence it was. Except her sister saw me leaving her house one time with my shirt barely on and could immediately tell what was going on. Neither one of us cared enough to stop after she found out.
I reach the lobby and walk out with a smile on my face. The moment I step out of the apartment building that’s conveniently a few blocks from campus, my phone buzzes with a text.
New Guy: What are you doing?
Me: It’s 2 am. What do you think I’m doing?
New Guy: Partying? Drunk somewhere?
Me: You barely know me. I’m not doing any of those things. What do you need?
Lincoln doesn’t just text me at 2 am for no reason.
New Guy: The party at the House is getting out of hand.
I thought filling in for my brother would be easy but people actually listened when he spoke. The same doesn’t apply for me, mostly because I’m not as serious as he is. I don’t like having to keep others in check.
Me: What do you mean out of hand?
I start walking toward my car and wonder how bad a party can get that I’m being messaged at 2 am to do something about it. ME, out of all people, and by Lincoln.
New Guy: One of the guys texted me and said the hockey team is there and being rowdy.
Me: Why not just text me directly?
I ask him, wondering why the guys would send Lincoln