Well, maybe not worse seeing as I had felt some satisfaction in rubbing my fuck fest with her best friend in Kat’s face. I probably should have felt guilty for ruining their friendship, but what type of friend sleeps with your ex at the drop of a hat? I’d always thought chicks had the same code guys did, but maybe I’d been wrong, because her friend had been very into it.

The truly sad thing was that I hadn’t even had to work for it. Unfortunately for me, after that, sleeping with chicks who would spread for just about any guy left me cold. But that didn’t stop me from going out with the guys to party, just like we were going to do again tonight. We only had a few weekends left before our first game, so we needed to have fun while we could, because pretty soon, we’d find ourselves under lockdown the night before games or Coach would have our asses.

“You almost ready, dude?” Jason yelled while banging on my door. “I swear to God you’re worse than a chick when it comes to getting ready sometimes.”

“Chill out, man. I didn’t take that long,” I muttered as I threw open my door and walked past him into the kitchen.

“It’s not like it even matters what you look like tonight when you’re not even gonna try to pick up chicks,” he argued.

“Doesn’t mean I have to look like shit though,” I pointed out just to be irritating.

“Shut the fuck up and take a shot before we head out,” he said as he handed me a shot of vodka.

“Za vas!” I toasted him before slamming down my drink. “Damn, that was good.”

“Yeah, it should be since it’s that bottle of Kauffman your dad gave you the last time he was here,” Jason explained.

“Motherfucker. That shit’s special,” I growled at him.

It was my dad’s favorite vodka, and it ran a couple hundred bucks a bottle. It wasn’t something that you drank for the hell of it. It was very smooth and worth every penny, but I normally only drank it on special occasions.

“Then let’s make tonight special and find you some ass,” he taunted me. I guess the gloves were coming off tonight.

“I don’t need liquid courage to find myself easy pussy,” I argued.

“Could have fooled me,” he snapped back.

I just shook my head at him. “Dude, I’ll find some if I want it. Trust me.”

“That’s not it at all, man. It just dawned on me today that maybe your problems on the ice might partially be due to being backed up. That shit’s not healthy, you know,” he joked.

Or at least I thought he was joking.

“Backed up? Shit, man, there’s no need to worry about that. I take care of it every morning in the shower,” I said while moving my hand in a jacking-off motion.

“Well, I hope you and your girlfriend Rosy are very happy together. Me? Tonight, I’m gonna find some lonely girl who’s willing to take care of me instead of resorting to helping myself out,” he replied as we walked out the door.

“And how is that different from any of the other nights we’ve gone out?” I asked.

Jason waved his hand up and down his body. “Hey, I can’t help it if my sexiness makes it impossible for women to resist me.”

Just as he finished talking, the doors to the elevator opened with the up arrow still flashing. A cute brunette stepped out and smiled at us before walking down the hall.

“I don’t think I’d use the word impossible, buddy.”

“I don’t know about that,” he argued. “Hey!” he called out to the girl who had made it to the door of the apartment to the right of ours.

She turned around and looked at us, her door slightly cracked open. “Yeah?” she asked.

I swiveled my head to see what type of bullshit was going to come out of his mouth now.

“You’d agree that I’m impossible to resist, right?” Jason asked her.

I jerked my head back to the girl when the only response I heard was the sound of her door slamming against a wall. “Oh, she can resist you all right. And if you don’t leave my fiancée the fuck alone, I’d be happy to make sure any girl you run into will be able to resist you very easily, because you’ll be in the fucking hospital, douchebag,” the guy stalking towards us growled. The girl was just standing in the open doorway, shaking her head.

“Shit, man. Sorry about that,” I said, stepping in front of Jason in the hopes of diffusing the situation. “He can be a bit of an ass, but he really didn’t mean any disrespect. Honestly, he was just trying to give me a hard time more than anything else.”