Sacking The Player

“Sky Jump,” Court announces.

It’s mainly a kid’s place but adults totally go there too. They have rock wall climbing, laser tagging, trampolines, air tunnels and go-cart racing. It’s next door to one of those pizza places that has an arcade where you earn tickets to trade in for prizes.

We end up there first because duh, I’m starving.

While we wait for our food, we play some games. Tate and Adams are playing a basketball game while I whoop Courtney’s butt at Dance Master.

“Whore, you’re doing it wrong. No wonder why I’m kicking your ass.” I laugh at Court, who is doing the worst dance moves ever.

“Shut up, Diva Dancer. You put the damn game on hard, of course you’re kicking my ass.”

She tries to keep up with the game but ends up getting booed and her turns ends. “Stupid game. I swear it is like you invented it or something, made it so it was impossible for non-dancers to win at it.”

I laugh. “You’re such a sore loser.”

I go to take my turn when Tate saunters up and pushes two players instead of battle. “Think you can keep up?”

He smirks. “Baby, I can keep up with you. Trust me.”

True to what he just said, he does, in fact, keep up with me. Both Courtney and Adams are laughing behind us, especially when Tate finishes off by twerking.

I shake my head and step away from him. “Don’t ever twerk again. Dear God, that was just awful. Never again. Ever. If you don’t promise me right now, I’m going to find Tex, and I’ll kiss him.” I finish off by sticking my tongue out at him.

His smiling face turns angry the second I say it and he gets in my face. Uh oh, I thought it was funny. Oops. “You even think about kissing anyone that isn’t me, they will wish they were dead. No one gets your lips except me.” His hand goes to the back of my head and he pulls me in for a harsh kiss.

“Fucking hell, you two need to bang already. I’m so sick of watching you two do this weird tribal non-sex dance. You’re making my own orgasms nonexistent. Good God,” Courtney says, breaking us apart from kissing.

“Don’t be jealous.” I smirk at her then kiss Tate again.

**

Courtney and I have gone all out to watch our guys play. I don’t know much about sports, but we do look hot with our faces painted. I have Tate’s #16 under my left eye. Court has Adams’ #20 under her right. I have Tate’s jacket on too. It swallows me, but I know he said it would bring him luck.

I’m standing on my toes trying to watch. Being shorter really sucks sometimes.

Tate has the ball and is getting ready to pass. He lets go of the ball and is sacked. I cringe at the impact. But the play goes on.

“I knew this was a full contact sport, but I didn’t think it was this bad,” I shout at Courtney who is cheering on Adams, who I see has caught the ball.

“Yeah, isn’t it great? Hot, sexy, sweaty men all over the field, giving every single woman and gay man spank bank material for life.”

The people behind us gasp in shock that Courtney would say that, and I only shake my head. I’m used to her weirdness.

“This is a family place. Watch how you speak,” The woman behind us hisses.

“Listen, lady. I don’t see one kid here right now, anywhere in this section. We’re also at a college game. Back off or go somewhere else. Better yet, go somewhere else and get laid. You need it.”

The woman’s eyes go huge and she immediately gets up and storms off.

“Stupid, god damned prissy bitch.” Courtney snorts. “What the hell is she doing here anyways. Gee.”

Court has a big TMI mouth, but that was extreme. “What’s up with you?” I ask her, worried.

She shakes her head. “I’m fine, PMSing, that’s all.”

“I want to know what the hell is going on with my best friend.” I’ve been around her on her period, this is not normal behavior for her. She never lashes out at people like this. It’s extreme.

“Just leave it alone. When I’m ready to tell you, I’ll tell you. But not now, not today, and maybe not tomorrow.”