Hockey With Benefits(70)

She sighed. “Why are you here, Gavin? You’re not twenty-one.”

“How do you know that?”

“I’m in your freshman econ class.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

She rolled her eyes. “You can stay, but if you get me in trouble, I will make your life hell.”

She was walking away when he called after her, “Wanna go out?”

She ignored him, shaking her head.

Kyle laughed, shaking his head. “Why the fuck are you at Alpha Mu? You’re too cool to be at that house.”

Gavin reached for the beer, giving a shrug before he filled his cup. “Connections. And speaking of,” his eyes went to mine. “Heard you had a run-in with one of them earlier today.”

“What’d you hear?”

“Just that you had a little thing with Flynn.”

“Flynn Carrington?” Darren asked.

Wade said, “It was more me that had a run-in with him.”

Darren frowned. “Because of Rosa?”

Wade nodded, tight-lipped.

Gavin met my gaze, confused.

He asked, “Rosa?”

“A chick that woke up naked in Carrington’s bed and after a medical exam, she found out she’d had sex. She didn’t remember a thing.”

Gavin tensed. “When did this happen?”

“Last year. Fall semester. Let me guess, no one talks about it?” Wade bit out.

Gavin shook his head. “No one’s said a word. You want me to ask around?”

Wade narrowed his eyes at him.

I spoke up, “No.”

“What? Why?”

I answered Gavin, “It’ll make you a target. Keep your head down.”

“The guys who I could ask–”

“Just don’t. Guys like that, they always get away with it and everyone else gets hurt. And the girl, it always comes back to haunt her.”

I was aware of the guys sharing looks over my head, but I didn’t care. Let them think what they want. To be honest, it wouldn’t be so far off-base. I didn’t know a girl who hadn’t had to deal with sexual harassment, and I knew ten who had worse shit happen to them. Being a girl sometimes sucked and that was coming from a girl who enjoyed having sex, but I wasn’t supposed to.

I’d slept with three guys in my life, and was considered a slut.

“Damn, Daniels. Sometimes I think you’re too jaded to be my friend.”

I picked up a fork and threw it at Gavin.

The other guys laughed.





Kyle and I were at the jukebox, picking songs when a commotion sounded.

The hockey team came inside, bypassing the main room. Some went over to our tables, giving their hellos, shoulder pats, fist pounds, etcetera, but kept on into the sports room. They took up the entire length of the long table that ran the middle of that room.

Labrowski. Atwater. Barclay.

It was almost the whole team, minus a few, but then Cruz walked in. The commotion went up a whole notch. They’d just won both games against Minnesota, who was rated second in the nation, so it was a big deal. Cruz led the team in goals, and he opened up a third of the plays for the other players to score.

I hadn’t texted him. He hadn’t texted me either.

We both knew we were too far gone. It was sex or nothing for us, which I kinda hated, but I meant what I said. I didn’t want to sink back into sex and hide from moving forward. I felt for the first time in a long time that I could progress somewhere. Having friends who knew about my shit and still wanted to be friends was a big deal to me.

Right now, it was baby steps, but fuck. Cruz looked good, and he saw me as he walked past.

He didn’t stop.

They must’ve come from a practice because his hair was still wet from a shower, and he had the rough look in his face that he got from whipping around on the ice. He was wearing Grant West sweats, ones that hung low on his hips, and a Grant West hockey sweatshirt. It had his name and his jersey number on the back.

Girls were already descending on their table.

I tried not to let it bother me when I saw a girl plop down in the seat across from Cruz. I recognized her from hanging out at the hockey house. I didn’t know who her friends were, but she was friendly with all the guys.

I didn’t like her.

Or I didn’t like how she was smiling at Cruz, who was grinning back.

“Wait.” Kyle leaned back from the jukebox. “You and Styles. The pictures. I remember now. That’s who you’re with?”

“I’m not.” I turned back to the machine. We needed music, angry, fuck-you, heartbreak in the most toxic and messy way possible. That type of music. I hit a Nine Inch Nails song and then chose a bunch of Eminem ones. Those would do.

Kyle whistled, laughing under his breath at the same time. “I don’t know your story, but I am a hundred percent fascinated by you.”

“Shut up.”

“No, for real, I am. You’re cool, Daniels. Why the fuck haven’t you been coming to our football parties?”

I chose not to inform him that I had; he just hadn’t met me then.





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