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to ride that guy like a Zamboni.”
    Gasping, I look at her in horror. “How dare you use hockey as a dirty sex reference!”
    “Oh girl, I am loaded with them!” she yells back. “Now shut up and let’s go so you can find out how long his stick really is!”
    “Oh my God,” I groan as Mandie continues to laugh her ass off. “I don’t even know why I am friends with someone who can’t respect the game.”
    “Because I don’t care about the game. The only thing I care about is watching you win because it makes you happy. Now a weekend of happy fun time with a little sex on the side will make you smile and relax you. Hold this,” she says, tucking a bag of Solo cups in my arm. “And let’s go.”
    Grumbling, I glare as she packs shit in Mandie’s arms. I don’t know why, but I ask, “Why are we bringing so much? Aren’t they hosting us?”
    Mandie seems to agree with me, but Delanie shoots me a glare. “Yes, and they have a lot, according to the picture he sent me, but—”
    “You exchanged numbers with him already?” I shriek, almost dropping the stuff in my arms so I can smack her. “He could be a psycho!”
    She shrugs. “He isn’t a psycho, he’s nice, and since I plan on fucking him tonight and probably tomorrow, I want to be able to call him again tomorrow. Or whenever I’m in Nashville.”
    “For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, and she grins before stepping in front of me.
    “Now, rules. Like you said, they are hockey players. And I know you are too, but when you tell people that, you have a tendency to rub it in their face that you are the best.”
    “I do not!” I counter, but she gives me a look.
    “Yeah, you do,” Mandie adds, and I send her the same look.
    Do I? Hmm. Personality flaw, I guess. But, I mean, I am the best.
    Shrugging, I say, “If a man can’t handle my awesomeness, then he is obviously not man enough for me.”
    And it’s true. I have no problem getting a dude. I can have a boyfriend, but 99% of the time, they get intimidated by me. I read once that a strong man can handle a strong woman, but a weak man will say she has an attitude. Needless to say, I’ve been with a lot of weak men. Then there was that one guy that shattered my world.
    So yeah, Baylor: 0, Men: A lot.
    “Says the person who doesn’t get laid,” she counters and my glare deepens. “Now. If for some reason, the hockey comes up, cool. But just say, yeah, I play a bit. Can I suck your dick?”
    “I would never!” I exclaim as Mandie dissolves in giggles.
    “One can hope, but please, leave intense hockey Baylor here, please,” she practically begs, and I hadn’t realized I was that bad.
    It kind of hurts my feelings, but I won’t let her know that. I won’t apologize either for being intense about my career. Passionate people are the ones who work hard for what they want and more than likely reach their goal. So I might be a little overly passionate. I play hockey with a bunch of egotistical dudes, I have to hold my own. Plus, this right here proves why I am never friends with girls! Half the time they can’t handle me, and then the other half, they are pushing me into fornicating at the drop of a hat.
    But as I look into her eyes, I can see that she really does care for me. That she really does want me to have fun, and I know she’s only picking at me. She wouldn’t push me into anything I wouldn’t want to do. I need to have fun. I’m not a naïve girl; I know how to make good decisions. And a little part of me wants to do what she says. Let loose and just have fun.
    So with a nod, I try to ignore the nervousness in my belly. There is something about unknown J-name guy that makes my heart skip a beat like a little high schooler. He also makes me nervous. I’ve been hurt by guys like him, but maybe I can have fun. There’s going to be food and drinks, and I like both of those. And if, for some reason, unknown J-name guy wants to talk to me and hang, cool, but he won’t get in my