Jett found his phone and turned the sound off before he received another message. It was six fucking AM. Who the hell was texting him?
“I’m asking for a room change,” said Jett in a voice rough from sleep. “Jason said the rookie is sweet and agreeable. I’m tired of dealing with your cranky, old ass.”
There was a muffled, “Fuck you, man.” Followed by snoring.
Jett was about to follow him, but the number of notifications on his phone made him pause. His heart began pounding, and he thought something had happened to his dad until he opened the messages and looked at the sender’s name.
They were from Mike.
Mike: This is all your fault, you stupid bitch.
Mike: I got kicked off the team because of you and that Townsend prick.
Mike: You gays are always pulling your card. Makes me fucking sick.
Mike: We were supposed to be friends, but I knew the fame would get to your head. You can go to hell.
Mike: Fuck you.
Mike: Next time I see you, Jett, I’m going to put you in your place. I bet I can still make you cry like a baby. Fucking asshole.
Jett must have made a sound of distress because Ryan sat up, his silhouette blotting out the only light they had coming in from the window.
“Jetty?”
“I’m fine,” said Jett, amazed at how normal he sounded. “Go back to sleep.”
Ryan didn’t listen. He got out of bed and strode to his side of the room, tripping on clothes and suitcases.
Jett scrambled to hide his phone, but he wasn’t fast enough. Ryan plucked it from his hand and pushed him away, keeping it out of reach so he couldn’t take it back.
There was a sharp intake of breath, and then Ryan hissed angrily.
“What the actualfuck? Who is this cocksucker? Tell me he’s a car drive away so Wolf and I can pay him a visit.”
That wasnothappening. The last thing their team needed was to have their captain and number one defenceman thrown in jail for murdering an idiot.
“Fraser—”
“He’s the captain of the team I played with during those off-season games,” said Jett, trying to think of a way to defuse Ryan’s anger before he had a situation on his hands. “It sounds like he got banned from playing hockey because of his attitude problem, but he’s blaming it on me.”
He couldn’t see Ryan’s expression in the dark, but he could practicallyhearhim seething.
“I’m not worried about it,” Jett continued. “I was already going to drop him as a friend, so I think he’s realizing that and is trying to blow off steam.”
“Blow off steam?” Ryan scoffed and marched across the room, flipping on the light switch without a warning. “Calling you theFword is not blowing off steam, Jett. That’s hard-core discrimination.”
Jett was rubbing his sore and blinded eyes, but he looked up in time to see Ryan thrusting his phone at his face.
“Call your agent. This needs to be shut downnow.”
Jett took his phone and stared at it. “Call her this early in the morning? She’s already stressed out because I’m filming for that Gatorade commercial today.”
“Dude.”
Jett deflated and flopped onto the bed. “I’ll do it as soon as I’m awake.” He glanced at Ryan and crinkled his nose, quickly looking away again. “Also, your dick is out. I can’t have a serious conversation with you while you’re naked—which is like, all the fucking time.”
Ryan snatched his blanket from the bed, wrapping it around his shoulders like a cloak to cover what he could. “I’m sorry if I hate how clothes feel. My teeth will ache if I sleep with anything on.”
