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Power Play 5
Oakley
I wake up early and go for a run. I might be a nerd, but I work out. After the stunt Cashel pulled with me freshman year, I have been doing everything I can to lose weight.
I’m not big, but I’m bigger than the puck bunnies that try to latch on to any player with a chance of going pro. And they make sure I know it.
One time, sophomore year, my father came to visit. Cashel’s dad, Jensen, made sure we had great seats to watch, right behind the bench. These four girls talked crap about my weight and that Cashel deserved better all because my dad and I waved at him.
I don’t care. They can have him. I hate to inform them that he will never settle down, not even after he goes pro.
But their comments got to me, on top of the hurt I had felt after the pig party.
I go for runs; they clear my head.
I take off from my apartment and run my usual route, loving the breeze and cool air.
“Didn’t know you ran.”
I stop in my tracks and turn to see Cashel running after me. What is he doing here?
“Ummm, yeah,” I mumble, feeling less confident than I was when I started out my door.
“Cool. Coach has us running till we puke.” Cashel wipes the sweat off his face with his shirt, pulling it up enough to see his six pack.
He catches me staring and smirks. Why is this my life right now?
“Well, I’m going to head home. See you in a couple hours.” I wave awkwardly and start speed walking home. I know I promised to help him, but that’s the only time I want contact with him.
I’ve had a crush on him since we were five. When we were ten, I told him we were going to get married. By high school, he crushed my hopes and dreams. Doesn’t mean I don’t get tongue twisted in front of him and my body always reacts to him. I hate that I still like him.
I shower and pull on some sweats and a tank top before pulling out my own textbooks. I already submitted my paper, but I like to be ahead so I’m working on the next assignment. People think that’s weird, but I don’t care. Doesn’t everyone want to get ahead in life? When it comes down to it, if I do assignments before the due date, I get a little free time.
Everyone loves free time. Right?
After a few hours of studying, I put my books away and decide to pop some popcorn. I turn on the TV to some comedy show while it pops, checking my phone. Nothing from Cashel. I’m sure he won’t show. He’s all about booze and girls, thinking his shot to the pros is already covered.
Not my problem.
I’m about to put my popcorn in a bowl when there’s a knock at my door.
I pull it open to a box of pizza and a smiling Cashel.
“I brought dinner. Your favorite!” he pushes past me and into the living room. He then goes into the kitchen, pulling out plates. He knows where everything is; he’s been here before, but not by my choice.
He brings out two plates and serves up my favorite pizza, cheese with mushrooms. I know it sounds gross, but I like it. What makes me do a double take is that he remembered what my favorite pizza was.
“Here.” He hands me a stack of papers. They’re his syllabuses from his classes. I see that he made notes of assignments he’s missing. That shows me he’s at least serious.
“I can help you with these papers.” I show him the three he hasn’t turned in. “That will help your grades.”
“That would be great,” he says with a mouthful of pizza.
“Cool. What topic did you want to do for your English paper?”
“I don’t know.”
“How about something easy? Like the history of hockey.”
