That girl was going to be the death of me.
Chapter Nine – Gunner
“I really hate spring training,” Josh said as he leaned over and tried to catch his breath from the three-mile run we just did.
“You and me both,” I replied. My body was aching, and I was wishing I had worked out a bit more after football season ended.
Glancing over to Jeff, I saw he was hopping up and down like a damn fool. He clapped his hands together and screamed out how amazing he felt at least four times.
“Damn! That was a good run!” he said walking up to us.
“Fucker,” Josh whispered as I let out a laugh.
Jeff hit Josh on the back. “What’s the matter, Hayes? All that sex not keeping you in shape?”
“Go to hell, Johnson.”
Jeff roared with laughter before focusing on me. “Dude, I told ya you needed to start hitting the gym more.”
I lifted my hand and gave him the finger.
He slapped his chest and pointed to me. “I love you too, bro.”
When practice was finally over, we walked out to my truck.
“That felt damn good to be back at it. I fucking love football,” Jeff practically shouted.
Josh grumbled, and I shot Jeff a dirty look.
“I need a hot bath,” Josh stated as he climbed into the back seat of my truck.
“I need a beer. Let’s go to Fado’s.”
Shaking my head, I answered, “No. I just want to go and soak in a hot tub.”
Jeff stared at me. “You pussy.” Turning to look at Jeff, he kept going. “Both of you are pussies. Jesus, look at the two of you. It was football practice, not a damn marathon.”
“Felt like it,” Josh stated with a slight chuckle.
“No, we’re not going home, and we’re not going to Fado’s.”
“Are we going to get something to eat, ’cause I’m starving?” Josh asked.
“No, asshole, no food. We’re going to the gym.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “The hell we are. I just spent a few hours sweating my ass off; I’m not going to the gym. I’m with Josh; food sounds good.”
“Fine, let’s grab something to eat, but then we’re hitting the gym later.”
Josh scoffed. “Yeah, you have fun with that. I have a date tonight. Sorry, dude.”
Jeff turned to face Josh. “A date with who?”
“Some girl I met at the gym.”
Jeff and I both laughed. “Oh holy hell. That explains why you’re so damn out of shape. You’re using the gym as a pickup spot. Do you even work out when you’re there?”
“Screw you, asshole. Yes, I work out. I’ve hooked up with the girl before. She teaches yoga, and let me tell you, the girl can bend. In all kinds of ways.”