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“Really?” I ask in disbelief. “You don’t see it?”
“See what?”
“Ship, look at his eyes.” I laugh. “He has black patches under both of them like a Raccoon.”
He looks over his shoulder, giving Raccoon a double take. “Well, I’ll be damned, I’ve never noticed.”
“It’s okay. You can blame getting smashed into the boards one too many times.” I pat his shoulder.
“Haha.” I see him roll his eyes in the mirror. “You're such a brat.”
“Yeah, but you love it,” I tease.
He looks up at me. “Yeah, I do.”
My heart races as we lock eyes for a moment, but that moment feels like an eternity. When Bishop looks away, I blink out of the haze in time to feel a warmth hitting me.
Looking down, I scream in horror. “Oh my god!”
Bishop pulls into the hockey house’s driveway. “What!?” He slams on the brakes and looks back.
“He pissed and shit on me!” I look down at the tiny pebbles of goat shit and the wet patch that is soaking into my thigh. I’m frozen in horror as Raccoon turns around, bleats in my face, then starts to eat my hair!
Bishop gapes at me before bursting into hysterical laughter. “I fucking hate you,” I snarl to the goat, throwing the Jeep door open and storming my way up to the front door.
“Lilly, come on!” Bishop shouts, still fucking laughing.
I raise a finger at him before bursting through the front door. A guy stands by the front door, talking on the phone. He looks over at me and blinks. “I gotta go.” He hangs up the phone. “Ah, can I help you?”
“Where’s your shower?” I demand, rage filling me. I smell like a damn barn.
“What?”
Jonas walks into the room and gapes at me. “Lilly, what the fuck?” he steps towards me then steps back. “God, why the hell do you stink?”
“Fuck you, very much,” I snap at my best friend. “Your dumb-ass teammate thought it would be fun to steal a goat, and now I’m covered in piss and shit.”
Jonas bites his lips together, trying not to laugh. I give him the death glare. “Raccoon is here!” the guy from before hollers excitedly.
Just then, Bishop walks in with the little shit. Literally. “Hey, guys,” phone-guy shouts.
A group of guys come running towards the front door, and I die a little inside because I smell horrible. I think Raccoon took a chunk of my hair, and there's a bunch of sexy hockey players witnessing my dismay.
And what makes it worse? Toby walks in. His brows jump, eyes going from the goat to Bishop, who’s standing there smug as fuck, and then over to me. His eyes widen for a moment before a lazy smirk takes over. “How was studying?”
I’m still mad at him, so I just glare. His face drops, and he lets out a heavy sigh. “Come on, you can use our shower.”
I want to tell him to fuck off, but I really do need to shower, so I look over at Bishop, who smirks back. I glare at him and then follow Toby up the stairs.
“You can use my shower.”
“Yours?” I ask as we step into a room.
He nods. “Even though I technically live in the dorm, mostly to appease Dad, I spend most of my nights here. Or at least I did, until this year.” He points to one bed then another. “Mine, Bishop’s.” Opening a drawer, he grabs a towel. “Here,” he says, not making eye contact with me as he passes it to me, and I head into the attached bathroom.
“Thanks,” I murmur, trying to ignore the aching feeling in my chest. Closing the door, I lock it and strip out of my soiled clothes, tossing them into the empty trashcan and tying up the bag to deal with later.
He wants me. He told me so. I told him I wanted him back. Then he rejected me. It hurts every time I think about it.
