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Having a hobby to cook amazing food is what got Finnegan MacLan a room in the Hockey House last year. He’s not too bad on the ice, but he may be missing his calling at culinary school.
The entire team trickles in and out, gathering around for the start of pledge week Sunday night dinner. Pledge week is also known to us as Celibacy Week, because all the sororities are too busy hazing and picking their pledges to pay us any attention. We have to keep ourselves entertained somehow.
“So, Luca, are you going to tell us about the mystery girl?” Carter asks from the other side of the table I’m sitting at. “I got stuck with that bitch, Chelsea. I hinted at who I was and she threw a fit. But I heard you got lucky.”
I eye Alex. He’s the only one I told. That fucker let it slip, and his eyes widen as he catches my stare, confirming my suspicion.
“It was no one,” I say. “I didn’t get lucky. It was just a random Delta Nu girl who I had fun hanging out with.”
“I didn’t see you come home until the next day,” Gentry announces from next to Carter. For some reason, Shawn Gentry looks up to Carter. They’re both on the same line. And they’re both assholes.
Gentry is Carter’s right wing on the same line, and they share some sort of bond. I should really find a reason to kick him out of the house. He’s a junior like me and a pain in my ass, but so far he hasn’t given me any concrete reason not to let him stay here. This is my house. Everyone knows it. Now that Holt left, the reins belong to me. The only reason he and Carter got in is because rooms freed up after some seniors got their own place, and those that graduated last semester or left to go pro.
“I hung out drinking. I didn’t drive my Jeep home until the next day.” I shrug with my lie.
“Who was the girl in your Jeep?” Fucking Gentry. His nosiness might be reason enough to send him back to the dorms.
“That was my friend Willa, who I was having breakfast with. She’s taken and doesn’t mess with hockey players. Everyone got that?” I eye the table.
Some of them already know Willa, and how she’s practically my sister. I don’t want her getting mixed up with any of these guys.
They all nod, and move on to something else.
Chris Hines, second line defenseman and another junior, starts talking about the girl he got paired with for the blindfold date event. She’s a sophomore and is on the women's ice dance team. Sounds like he’s talking about Callie, but I lose interest and drown the rest of the story out.
I’m pretending to keep up with everyone else, but my ADHD is pulling me in all different directions. It really kicks in when I’m in a room full of people having different side conversations. I lose focus and bounce from one group to another while simultaneously having a silent conversation in my head.
I think I have a quiz tomorrow, or was it a paper that’s due?
There’s a song stuck in my head that I can’t get out, and I hum some beats to myself. I think it’s by Taylor Swift.
My brother took his wife Brianne and their kids to a Taylor Swift concert a few years ago, and my nieces wouldn’t stop singing every song by her for weeks.
The song reminds me of Kandace. Something about love being a drug or her drug being her love. All I know is that Kandace is my addiction. I can’t get her out of my head and I need more.
“Luca,” Carter says, looking at me like he’s been trying to get my attention and pointing to the door. “There’s some girl asking for you on the porch.”
“Looks like we’re being ripped into pledge week.” Finn’s the first to get up and look out the window.
In front of the door is a young pledge, kneeling down with a sheer blindfold over her eyes.
Great.
“What is this about?” I ask when I get to the door.
The girl is visibly shaking with her hands on her knees.
“I’m here to, um, offer my services to the King of Hockey,” she stammers, while looking down at my shoes.
“That’s a dangerous offer. What if I say yes?” This girl has no idea what she’s offering.
“Please don’t say yes,” she whispers.
Whatever sorority girl put her up to this, is a bitch. She’s scared and can’t even look at me.
“Go on, get out of here,” I say, dismissing her.
The doorbell rings before I make it back to the table. I open the door to another pledge on her knees with the same sheer blindfold on. This one isn’t shaking.
