Page 11 of Rule 4: Never Get Stranded with a Sports Reporter

People might talk.

And maybe talk is no problem for super social, super confident people like Finn who could retire today and have enough money for the rest of their lives, but it’s different for others.

I scroll my phone and wish I’d gotten that number of that girl from the sports bar the other night. She was into me, I could tell.I should have asked her out. But I was tired, and yeah, didn’t know I would soon be submerged in scandal.

I scroll through Instagram, smiling at the women in their tight tops. My dick twitches, and I grin. My dick wouldn’t have done that if I were gay.

I fire off a series of “Heys.” Someone will be up for a good time.

I’m a player. Hooking up is expected.

It’s not amazing, but after everything that’s happened, I might be up for it.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

I didn’t actually finish the last couple of times, but guys don’t always finish, right? Apparently, a lot of guys climax too quickly. But I’ve never had that problem. That means I’m really good at sex.

As long as I can get her to go on top, it’ll be awesome.

I set my phone on my charger, then go to my kitchen to make a smoothie. I might be on mandatory enforced leave for bad behavior, but I’m not using that as an excuse to let my body go. No way. I’m not giving anyone a reason to put me on the bench permanently.

My phone pings, and I don’t keep the smugness from my smile. It’s good to be correct.

Another ping sounds, and another.

My grin widens.

I grab my phone.

VANESSA: You’re contacting me after ghosting me six months ago? I’ve moved on.

Has it been so long since I hooked up with Vanessa? The last time I saw her was at Isaiah’s wedding. Was I ghosting her?

My phone slips in my suddenly clammy hands.

ME: I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was that long ago.

VANESSA: I’m not sleeping with you again!!! It’s not like it’s ever good.

I blink. That was way harsh.

Then I exhale. Clearly, I hurt her feelings. This is what people call hitting back.

I go to my next message.

KELSEY: Lol. Are you texting me because you’re in a scandal? You know I live in Trenton?

My eyes round.

ME: Come to Boston, baby.

KELSEY: LOL.

I click on the next message.

GENEVIEVE: Homophobia isn’t cool, Jason. Though that’s ironic given your preferences. Most men don’t shove women’s faces at their ass.