“But still she snapped at me, screaming, and I don’t think she’s forgiven me. Then she’s saying I’m defending her because, of course, the guys are being dicks to her because they are scared of her talent. I make them wait so she can take showers, and they are so fucking pissed. So maybe I am.”
“Whoa, what? She’s showering with y’all?”
“Yeah,” I say, almost like I’m giving up. “It’s so damn stressful. If she was just some regular girl, I don’t think I’d be so torn up about it, but because it’s her…I’m freaking out and threatening lives. Dude, it’s been real.”
I expected him to guide me. To be the big brother I need, but instead, he laughs. “You’re so fucked, dude.”
“What?” I actually yelp, and he laughs even harder.
Wheezing for breath, he shakes his head before looking up at the ceiling. When he starts to laugh again, I glare, crossing my arms over my chest as I watch him. I don’t know what the fuck is so funny, but he is pissing me the hell off. I’m half tempted to hang up on him, but maybe he’ll stop laughing and actually guide me. But by the way he’s laughing, I have a feeling I have a better chance of getting sucked off by Baylor than getting any kind of guidance out of my brother.
Maybe I am fucked?
Wiping his eyes free of tears, he looks at me and shakes his head. “You’re such a good dude. You know that, right?” I don’t answer, and he smiles before going on, “You are doing right, bro, better than I would have. I would tell her to fuck off and make her eat my dust because no one is taking my position. But you, you’re gonna do that while protecting her. It’s sorta cute.”
“Not what I need to hear here,” I remind him, and he scoffs.
“What do you need to hear, then?”
“I need to know what to do.”
“What to do?” he asks. “Jay, you’re doing it. You quit your job, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re focusing on your game?”
“Yeah,” I agree again.
“You’re doing right by your team? Being a leader?”
“Yes, and I think by doing what I am for Baylor, it shows that. But it’s not only for the captaincy.”
“Oh, I know. You’d do it for anyone.”
“Right,” I say and Jude shrugs.
“Then what else do you want?”
Looking at him like he’s an idiot, I ask, “What to do about Baylor?”
He returns the look before holding his hands up. “What do you want to do?”
My face scrunches up before I yell, “I have no fucking clue!”
“So how am I supposed to help you with th
at?”
“Oh my God, Jude, you’re supposed to guide me, do some big brother shit!”
He laughs. “Dude, I got you on hockey. You’re the woman expert. I come to you with my woman problems.”
I scoff because he’s right. Jude is horrible with relationships and girls. Why did I think he was gonna guide me on this? “I like how that was singular.”
He smirks. “I’m a one-gal dude now. Love my redheaded hotness.”
“Gagging,” I reply, and he laughs before shrugging.