He’s determined to get a hit though because he keeps swinging. Honestly, what's the point in fighting? Where's that going to get you?
And que the hypocrite comments because I do something that I've never done in the thirteen years I've been playing…I punch him back.
His head swings to the side, and blood splutters out his nose. Fuck, I didn’t hit him that hard…did I? Regaining his balance, he turns toward me snarling. He’s about to aim another punch, but two of his teammates hold him back.
“Holy fuck, Montgomery,” I hear Chase gasp from beside me. “Didn’t know you had that much swing to your fists.”
Yeah, me either.
Number forty squirms in his teammate’s arms, trying to get loose. “Stop,” his teammate shouts. “We lost, Xavier. End of story.”
“Let me go.”
“You’ve only just come back,” another teammate of his hisses. “You don’t want Coach to bench you for the rest of the semester, do you? Because you know he fucking will.”
Mumbling something incoherent under his breath, Xavier, as his teammate called him, gives me one last final glare before storming off the ice.
My own anger starts to dimmer down slightly as I glance beside me at my teammates who are all standing there.
“Coach is gonna scold your ass.” Theo snorts.
“Shut up, Theo,” Hunter laughs. “You know if anything, Coach will applaud him for finally getting into a fight.”
“Hell no, he’ll frame a picture and put it in the locker room with today’s date and‘Greyson finally got into a fight’written below it.” Evan laughs.
Groaning, I grab my gloves and helmet from the floor that I didn’t even realize I’d thrown there and give them all a glare. “You’re all fucking annoying.” I grumble as I skate away.
Chapter 28
Greyson
It’s just after eight when the bus pulls up outside the hotel, and I could feel the bile already rising in my throat.
When we arrived earlier this morning, there was only enough time to get our keys and place our overnight bags into our rooms before venturing off to the Victron’s arena. So, I wasn’t too fussed about being there then.
But as I glance out the window, and the huge “Blaine Height’s” sign glows in the darkness of the night, my stomach flips with unease.
It’s just one night. All I have to do is get off the bus, make a beeline toward the elevators, then I’ll be safe and sound locked in the room for the rest of the night.
I was lucky in a way because Theo was meant to be rooming with me, but his parents live the town over, so he decided to spend the night there. He did offer for me to go with him, but I declined. It didn’t feel right intruding on the little family time he had. But now, as the bile continues to rise, I was regretting that decision.
“Right,” Coach stands at the front of the bus and gathers everyone’s attention. “I don’t give a fuck if you decide to go out tonight, but I need you all down at the lobby for nine am sharp so we can get these interviews out of the way with, okay?”
“Yes, Coach!”
“Once again, great game and remember, nine amsharp. Not a minute later.” Coach reminds us as we all begin descending the stairs of the bus.
Giving him a nod on my way off the bus, I make my way into the hotel with Chase and Hunter.
“Nina is waiting for me to video call her, so I’m going straight to the room.” Hunter announces before walking into the open elevator.
“I’m gonna grab a bite to eat, you want to come?” Chase asks, nodding toward the restaurant.
Shaking my head, I say. “No, I’m just gonna head up to my room.” I didn't want to admit that I couldn't stomach the thought of food right now.
“Okay, text me if you want me to bring anything up, okay?”
Nodding, I turn and make my way toward the elevator. Pressing the down button, I anxiously look around as I wait for it to descend to the ground floor, but laughing from the right of me draws my attention there. And I freeze.
