Brett
Cassie was single.
I knew this because she’d told me herself, and apparently that was all the information my teammates needed to decide I should immediately do something stupid.
“Flowers,” Marco said.
“No,” Ollie and I answered together.
We were in the locker room after practice, and I was trying to untie my skates while three men who had no business giving relationship advice discussed my life.
“Why not flowers?”
“Because that’s exactly what I told him not to do,” Ollie said. “Flowers say, congratulations on dumping Derek, here’s your replacement boyfriend.”
Marco frowned. “That’s not what flowers say.”
“What do your flowers usually say?”
“Sorry I forgot your name?”
Blake started laughing.
Marco flipped him off.
I pulled off my skate. “I’m not doing anything.”
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