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“They broke up, and I slept on my couch. That's all.” I look at Bo. “What's going on with Neil?”
He shakes his head. “He'll be ready come game time,” he answers, effectively ending that conversation before it starts. We begin discussing the upcoming game as we eat and then we're heading back to the rink.
THE ENTIRE TIME I was standing across from Winston, my anger kept rising. It was irrational, but the rage was real. I kept thinking I shouldn't be in this situation with Audra. Then all the times I've fucked a girl without a condom started filtering through my mind. I silently pled that he would punch me. Just once, so I could hit back and let out all my anger. I desperately wanted to start something. Between Audra and Bo, I wanted to beat the shit out of someone.
When Coach walked over, I couldn't believe what I wanted to happen. I wanted to fight my teammate because I'm pissed at myself. We're playing a damn good team tonight and starting shit with my guys will ensure we'll lose. Bo's quiet conversation with me before they left to go eat replays in my mind. There was no way in hell I was going to be around them, so I declined. I need time to cool down before the game.
“Forget about this shit for a while, so we will actually have a chance tonight, Neil. Although, you're going to have to face it soon,” Bo mumbled under his breath before he left.
He wants me to forget it and come back in a good mood? Fine. I will do what he wants, and really, it's what I want, because I don't want to jeopardize our chances to win. Gladly, I can do exactly as he wishes.
But I need to get laid for that to happen.
I scroll through my contacts as I walk out of the building and towards the parking lot. On a few girls, I pull up their contact to get a better look at their saved picture. Sex with me has no bounds, so there is a diversity of girls to choose from in my phone. I decide to call Ginger, a thin, limber white girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.
It rings five times before she answers. “Neil?” She sounds hopeful, but surprised that I'm calling her.
“Hey, I need a little good luck sex before tonight. Think you could meet me in twenty minutes at my place?”
“Really?” The surprise seeps through her voice again. “I mean, yeah, of course. I'll be right over.”
“Good. See ya.”
I hang up and head to the house. By the time I get there, Ginger is pulling in behind me. There's no need to wait for her because she'll come on in anyway. Seconds after I've stepped inside, she's behind me. I grab her hand and tug her to my room. There, I take a moment to glance over her body. She's in tight jeans and a fitted shirt. Not for long.
“Good luck sex, huh?” she says as she shimmies out of her clothes as I do the same.
“Yep.”
“Never heard of that before.”
“That's because I've never called you for it before. Now, stop talking.” I move forward and lay us down on the bed.
She begins to stroke me as I reach for a condom off my nightstand. There's an entire box sitting on it. I push everything out of my mind with every kiss to her lips, jaw, neck, and shoulders, and then I fuck her until she's screaming my name.
When I show up before the game, I have a big ass grin on my face. Ginger was exactly what I needed. Bo shakes his head when he sees me because he knows what I just did. Not my problem. Coach said to relax, and Bo said to forget about it. That's all I did. On the ice, my happy mood gets mixed with my mood from earlier. It's not a bad mixture for hockey.
My head isn't in it though. Somehow, I manage to play well, but in the back of my mind, I'm thinking about Audra. She's the last person I want to think about. This whole thing has déjà vu written all over it, and I refuse to go within a hundred miles of it. That can't happen again. It seems like Audra has it all figured out anyway. She doesn't need me.
And I don't want her to.
SURE ENOUGH, NEIL is smiling when he shows up. His mood has changed entirely, which puts us all in a great mood. That mindset is fantastic going into a game. When we step out onto the ice for warm ups, determination is pulsing through each of us. The team we're playing tonight talks trash like no other. They love trying to get under our skin every chance they get. That's exactly why we try to dominate as much as possible.
Grant is on his A-game and Vincent and I do our part. The long, tough three periods are full of energy. Contagious energy that carries over to the entire team and our fans in the crowd. Without a doubt, there'll be a party afterwards to celebrate our win. College parties are the best. I don't drink, but I people-watch. I'm probably one of the few people at the party who won't take a sip of alcohol all night.
The only thing I drink is water with a soda here and there. I'm too much of a health nut for anything else. I want to be in the best shape possible, and that's the only way to do it. So I stand in the corner and watch the people around me. My shoulders sag when I see Maddie. What is she doing here? Is she following my every move now? No, that's ridiculous. It looks like one of her friends is here with one of my teammates, so that's probably why.
Maddie spots me, gives me a smile, but keeps going in the direction she was headed. Good. My eyes scan the room. There's a game of beer pong going on to my left, which is drawing quite the crowd. To my right, a couple people are flirting or making out. In the midst of all this, everyone is mingling. No one is particularly interesting tonight, but just as I decide to head back to the house, my eyes catch sight of Maddie again. It's been like two hours since she showed up, and I hadn't seen her since then.
I still don't understand how she could be so gorgeous after only three years. Maddie's eyes are focused on something across the room. She's slightly frowning with her arms crossed over her chest. As I follow her gaze, I see her crappy ex-boyfriend making out with some chick. What a jackass. But then, I sure am one to talk. Pushing off the wall I was leaning against, I walk over to Maddie.
“Hey,” I say as I come to a stop in her line of vision to her ex.
She tilts her head back a bit to look at me, granting me a small smile. “Hey, Winston. That was a great game. Are they always like that?”
“Like what?”
“Intense, fast-paced, fun, and filled with that crazy energy?”
