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“Um, no. I don’t do serious, bro. I got priorities.”
I couldn’t agree more. “Preach it.”
When it comes to girls, we both live by the motto: “My cock can play, but my heart is on the bench.” No matter how great the girl, how gorgeous she is, or how cool she is, she will never be what hockey is to me. Hockey is life. Hockey is my next breath, and it’s all that matters. When I get older and it’s time to settle down, I’ll let my heart off the bench. But right now, I don’t need some chick fucking with my heart and breaking me. I watched my mom go through some serious heartbreak, and I’m not about that life.
Neither one of us is.
I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’ve seen good relationships. My brothers and their wives are great and happy and all that jazz, but it’s hard to forget watching your older sister cry from the soul as she holds her daughter because her douche-ass husband left her for a skinnier and younger version of herself. Or watching my brothers duke it out with my dad because he not only cheated on my mom with some stripper, but he tried to hit her. Yeah, relationships are messy and I’m okay without that. Not everyone finds their soul mate. The good ones like Jayden and Jude do, and I’m cool with that. I’m not some girlie-girl dude like they are. I don’t need a chick to complete me. I’ve got hockey and a family that loves me. I’m good.
Plus, why settle for one when you can have ten?
That’s the real question.
I hold my fist up, and Markus bumps it. “But she’s fun, though. I like her.”
I nod at his honesty. “Don’t fall for her.”
He snorts loudly then, shaking his head. “No way, I don’t have time for that. Season is about to start; I got parties, work, training, and more chicks to go through. You know what I mean?”
“I hear you, hundred percent.” I throw him a grin, and he nods as we make it through the quad. It is loud today. Everyone is amped up for the start of the year, ready to work for his or her dreams, or they are miserable because their parents are making them come to BU. Either way, the quad is buzzing, and soon a grin is on my face. If this is the way it is now, everyone so excited, I can’t imagine how the party is going to be tonight.
Actually, I can.
It’s going be freaking awesome.
“Thank God I see your car. My legs are killing me.”
I see my car the same time Markus says that, and I nod because my legs hurt too. Practice kicked our asses this morning and I know I am walking a little funny from it, but still my pace is quick as I pull my keys out. Just as I go to unlock it, I hear an arresting, throaty voice that has me pausing.
“What?”
“Do you hear that?” I ask, looking around until my gaze falls on a girl leaned up against a tree with a guitar in her arms. The guitar is bigger than she is, but it looks right at home in her lap and hands. Her straight brown hair is cascading down her shoulders as her fingers move perfectly across the strings of the guitar. All of a sudden, I can’t move. Her voice is so raspy, like she has been smoking for years, but beautiful at the same time, and I like it. I like it a lot. As lyrics leave her lips, I immediately know the song: “Tee Shirt” by Birdy, some girlie shit Baylor used to listen to all last year. I hated her music, but listening to this girl sing actually has me wanting to sit down and enjoy the tune.
Or her.
“She’s good.”
“Yeah,” he agrees as both of us watch her, listening to the music coming out of her like she was put on this earth to sing.
“You know what they say about girls who sing,” I say as she finishes the last verse.
“Nope, I haven’t heard that one.” His voice has laughter in it, which makes me grin.
Unable to tear my gaze from her, I say, “They are good with their mouths.”
That has him shaking with laughter, and suddenly, my legs are in control and I start for her.
“Dude, what the hell?”
But I don’t stop. “Give me a second.”
“I thought everyone was waiting for us.”
“They are. Shut up.” My voice
must have interrupted her because she looks up and everything just stops.
I hear no noise from the quad.
