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Oh god! Everyone is going to know I hooked up with Nick Miller. Any article I try to write about the hockey team is going to be questioned.
It’s official. I'm a puck bunny and my life is over.
I bury my head in my desk. Writing is pointless.
What if he shows it off and tells everyone?
He could hide it or not tell anyone it was me, but still, Hannah will know. I hate this.
Ready to start throwing my laptop and any notes I have about the Ice Dancers’ new coach out the window, my phone starts ringing.
I’m rummaging through my backpack to find it. A part of me hopes it’s Nick.
What if he wants more? More than friends?
That could work. Then I won’t be labeled as a puck bunny.
That kiss before he left felt like more. It wasn’t lust-filled, but desperate and needy like a hope for more.
I am desperate and needy.
I even screamed “mi vida'' at him. My mom is Puerto Rican, and she says it to us all the time. And of course, in my orgasm bliss, I blurted it out.
Not that I love Nick. No. I’m just desperate. Desperate for love and god was it great last night.
No barriers. Flesh on flesh.
Fuck, it was good.
But it’s good he doesn’t know what I said. If he did, he would’ve run away screaming.
I finally find my phone and my brother Alex’s face lights up the screen. Half relieved and half disappointed, I answer.
“Yooo, Lenny!” He shouts into the phone.
“Hey, Alex! What’s going on?” I cringe at how loud he is.
“Do you miss me yet? Mom only cried for two days after you left.” He laughs with a big grin. “She’s starting to get used to you leaving!”
I let out a laugh along with him.
The first semester I went away from home, my mom called every day for a month crying. The second semester was for two weeks. Then the next she called every week carrying on that she missed me. It’s gotten better each semester. She still calls me crying every once in a while, but mostly it’s just a text to check in.
“Oh Alex, I came here to get away from you, and the smell of your sweaty gym clothes permeating the entire house.” I tease.
“Ha! Funny, but I’ll have you know that mom now makes me leave my gym bag in the laundry room.” He quips back. “The only smell that permeates this house is your awful attempt at empanadas!”
“That was one time! And they tasted delicious.” Not really. They were gross. I tried one cooking class over the summer and gave up after that. “So really, why are you calling?”
Normally Alex just texts me unless it’s important.
“So, as you know this is my senior year, I am an amazing hockey star, and you’re the best sister in the world!” He sets up.
When he says that I’m the best sister it means he needs a favor or he wants something.
“What do you want, Alex?” I grumble.
“Some college scouts have already come up to me, and I want to do a couple of visits. One being Drexton Hall.” He says and any annoyance I have melts away.
