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My mood got infinitely better when I saw a group of familiar faces enter the bar.
I bounced over to my friends. “Hey, what are you all doing here?”
“We thought we’d keep you company for an hour or so before we head to The Penalty Box to meet the guys,” Aurora said.
“Come on. I’ll get you a table next to the bar.” I beckoned for the girls to follow.
Aurora was an English major like me, and we’d hit it off the first week of the semester. But I was surprised to see her here without her new beau, none other than Noah Holden, star right-winger for the Lakers hockey team.
“The guys are busy?” I asked them.
Ella and Dayna also dated hockey players. Aiden Dumfries and Connor Morgan, to be precise. The only three girls on campus to lockdown a Laker each, and I’d somehow managed to befriend them.
“Coach Tucker wanted to debrief after the weekend’s games.” Rory blushed.
“I would have paid to be a fly on that wall,” Ella snickered.
“Are they in trouble?” I asked.
Noah and Rory’s brother Austin had gotten into it with a few of the Fitton U’s players on Friday, and I’d heard the second game was intense. Rory’s ex, who was a cheating scumbag, played for the Falcons, so I didn’t blame them for throwing down. I’d wanted to go down onto the ice and give him a piece of my mind too.
How anyone could ever hurt someone as quiet and inoffensive as Aurora Hart was beyond me.
“Austin wasn’t happy being benched,” Rory said. “But he did throw the first punch.”
“Could have been worse.” I shrugged.
“I still can’t believe they did it.”
“Seriously?” Ella chuckled. “Noah punched Abel Adams in the face after one week of knowing you, are you really surprised he—”
“What?” Aurora’s eyes grew as wide as saucers.
“You didn’t know?”
“No, I didn’t.” Her cheeks burned. “He really did that?”
“Yeah, after the costume party, remember? He told Connor that Abel said some things, and he just lost it.”
“Oh my God.”
“He knew, even then.” Dayna smiled.
“Knew?”
“Yeah, that he wanted you.”
The three of them began discussing Aurora and Noah’s whirlwind relationship, and a pang of jealousy struck me in the chest.
It wasn’t that I wanted Noah because I didn’t. Okay, maybe I had at first. What girl on campus wouldn’t? He was gorgeous and charming and, if the rumors were to be believed, dynamite between the sheets. But it wasn’t about Noah.
I’d just never hadthat.
I had hookups—probably too many. But I’d never seriously dated a guy.
I was what guys called ‘too much.’
Too talkative.
