I raised my eyebrows as Ms. Sconley stared Leia down. She clearly was not happy about Leia's tantrum. Leia slowly turned away from me and looked back at a pissed-off Ms. Sconley.
"Never have I ever expected you to have such an outburst in my class!" Sconley continued. I snickered quietly. "I need a beer to drink to that." Leia dropped her head, and her cheeks turned beet red. "Miss Roschèr, mister Turploy, go to the principals office. Now." I felt my jaw drop, incredulous that I was getting sent. "What did I do!?" Sconley turned her glare to me. "You provoked. Now go." I shoved my stuff into my backpack. "Bloody bitch," I mumbled under my breath. I picked up my backpack carried it out, and walked behind Leia through the door. Unbe-fucking-leivable. I didn't know why I was being sent down for saying something. Leia had had a choice to ignore me. I mean, she had, but I always knew how to get under her skin. At least she was in trouble. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought as I quickened my pace and my steps fell in line with hers. "You know," I mused. "You should learn how to take a joke." She whipped around instantly. Sensitive much? "Yeah? Well, maybe you should learn to make one!" She retorts. I raised a brow. "Oh? You think I can't make a joke?" "I know for a fact that your sense of humor is fucked up." A smirk formed on my lips. "Hm. Well, maybe I should fix that." I barely heard what she had to say as something clearly snapped within me. In the blink of an eye, I found my hands slammed up against the lockers on either side of her, caging her in between my body and the lockers behind her. I leaned in close. So close, that I could see small strands of her hair being blown across her face from my soft breathing. I stared deep into her blue-green eyes. "You wanna see how much more I can fuck you up, Tiger?" My voice was deep and rough, a sound I would only hear from a feral animal. She shrank under my gaze and her face turned as red as a tomato. What she was feeling, I could tell she liked it. Even if she didn't know it herself yet. For hours, it seemed like we stood like this, which really had to have been only seconds. Fuck, I could've ki- Before that thought could even finish developing, something clicked inside me and I suddenly realized what I was doing. What the fuck? I kept my poker face as I backed away, not taking my eyes off of hers. What the fuck had just happened? I checked my watch, reading the time. I had a game in two hours, and I had to get to practice in thirty minutes. I looked around and saw an 'exit' door and started walking to it. Leia scowled. "Where are you going?" Such a nosy bitch, I swear to God. "Out," I answered, not that it was any of her business, and walked out the door and left. It was none of your fucking business where I was going. I turned my head around and saw her groan and continue walking towards Mr. Moltrey's office. A smirk tugged on my lips as I continued walking through the parking lot, off the campus and onto the sidewalk. Once I put my Air Pods in and connected my phone to their Bluetooth, I played AC/DC and the sound of the opening guitar to "Highway to Hell" filled my ears. I felt rain begin to sprinkle and pulled the hood of my Adidas hoodie up over my head and shoved my hands in the pockets as the small droplets of rain began to fall slightly harder. I pulled a joint out of my pocket and a lighter. I flicked the small switch, and a red hot flame emerged. I brought the lighter to the cigar in my mouth and lit it, the butt taking a bright cherry red as I sucked in the smoke. As I walked along the sidewalk, my thoughts began to drift to the game tonight. It was supposed to go from 6:15 to 9. Not only did I have the game, but I also needed to pack for the trip tomorrow. My neighborhood came into view after about ten minutes of walking, and I walked for about five more minutes before reaching my house. It... wasn't small. My family had had a wealth line for years, passing down all the way from my great-great-grandfather all the way to my own father. The place was worth at least a billion. But I could afford that. I could afford almost anything I wanted. Actually, nothing came to mind that I couldn't afford. If I wanted a private jet, I had a private jet. If I wanted my own fucking private island in Hawaii or Fiji, I had a private island. When I had started my own successful business at fifteen, my bank account had sky-rocketed from $28.42 to over $800 billion. Of course, I couldn't have done it without my own parents' wealth. So I gave them a fair share yearly until the day I had turned eighteen. I walked around the back to the row of garages and opened the door to the space that held all my sports things. I grabbed my gear from the space and closed the door. Since I had walked to the school today, I had to go inside to grab my Kawasaki keys. Because I was not walking to the stadium, especially not in the rain. I rushed up the main stairwell to my room and changed. I grabbed my leather jacket and gloves, then snagged my black and red helmet from my closet before grabbing my keys and heading out the door. I locked it behind me and dashed back down the stairs, behind the penthouse, and to the garage where my beautiful black Kawasaki Ninja 1000SX sat. Among a few other minorly-expensive motorcycles. I slipped my backpack on before I rolled my bike out of the garage and onto the roundabout driveway. After I closed the garage door, I threw one leg over the bike and settled down into the cushioned seat. Once I strapped my helmet on, I put the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine roared to life, and I couldn't help but grin at the sound. God, I fucking loved this bike. I shifted my gear and slowly released the clutch, and pulled out of the small parking lot, towards the stadium. After about five minutes of riding, I pulled into the players' section behind the stadium. I took my key out of the ignition and kicked the stand up on my bike. I strode across the lot to the back door, walking inside and making my way to the locker room, where I saw Owen, Marcus, and the rest of the team as they prepped up for practice. "There's the man!" Owen slapped a gloved hand on my back, grinning. "C'mon, get ready. Coach's gonna be here in a few." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I hear ya." I grabbed my gear and headed over to a changing stall. Marcus mock pouted. "Aw, you're not gonna change out here in front of us?" I scoffed. "Absolutely not. You're so gay." He rolled his eyes. "Am not." I chuckled as I closed the curtain and started changing. Once we were all ready, we grabbed our hockey sticks and a puck and made our way to the rink. The team skated onto the ice and performed maneuvers for a few minutes, racing and shoving until the coach came in. "Alright, you oafs!" He laughed. "Get over here!" We all skated over to the benches and stepped in behind the glass, sitting on the bench as Coach Droller stepped in front of us. "So," he started, making sure he had all of our attention. "Tonight's game is kind of a big one. It's the game that determines whether or not we stay on the bracket for the playoffs. So let's run over a few drills and plays. We're just doing all against all since I don't feel like making a new thing." The team grinned like fools and skated out, positioning themselves. I couldn't help but grin too as I skated onto the ice. Coach stood behind the glass and blew his whistle, setting us all off, skating and darting while trying to get the puck. He occasionally yelled at one of us to correct our maneuvers or form, telling us to fix our position and offering different tactics for each player as he observed. Owen blocked a few goals and scored twice, Jayden stole the puck and scored about four times, and I stole the puck any chance I got and scored five goals before coach blew his whistle after an hour. We all stopped and skated to the bench box, and sat on the bench and squirted water into our mouths from our bottles. Coach snapped his fingers, getting our attention. "Alright, boys. Game starts in about an hour. Mishton will be pulling in any minute now. Take a break, eat a hot dog, whatever. Just be back here in thirty minutes so we can go over plays." We nodded in agreement and took our gear off, but we left our jerseys and pants on, and put them in our lockers. Thirty minutes passed, and we all headed back to the locker room to get ready and go over plays. Fifteen minutes before the game started, we headed onto the rink with Mishton to warm up. The stadium slowly started to fill up with people, and over 95% of the crowd wore our colors. Bloody right, they were. Five minutes before the game, the coach had called us into the locker room to go over last-minute plays. The lights dimmed, and "Immigrant's Song" began to play, indicating the game was about to start. Coach clapped his hands. "Alright. Foley, goal. Miller, you're on left defense. Stone, you're right. Jackson, left wing. Rolf, right wing. Turploy, get onto center." We lined into the bench box while waiting for our names to be called. "Let's kick some Mishton ass!" Owen cheered. "Yeah!" The team grinned and slapped each other's backs, high-fiving. Suddenly, the announcer started speaking. "Welcome to Richmond Stadium! Playing tonight are teams the Mishton Cobras," people cheered for their team as their names were called. "And the Prolter Panthers!" The announcer called our team. The crowd screamed at our team name, and we couldn't help but grin. "They fucking love us," Marcus grinned. "Let's get them in here!" The announcer continued, bringing out more excited cheers. "Coming out first is Owen Foley!" Owen skated out to screams and cheers, waving and grinning as he skated to the goal. "Marcus Miller!" Loud screams echoed throughout the stadium as Marcus's fans cheered as he waved. The thing about stadium cheers was that you could easily tell who the favorite players were, who were mainly Owen and Marcus. Fucking golden. The announcer continued reading the team's players, each one skating out as their name was called to the cheers of their fans. "And finally," he continued in a dramatic tone. "The team captain of the Panthers, the fans' favorite, everyone, please scream for: Zachary. Bentley. Turploy!" I skated out to cheers that filled the entire stadium, making it nearly impossible to hear anything else other than the screams from the crowd. I wouldn't have been surprised if the cheers could be heard across the street. I waved with both hands, my stick in one and my other in a fist, grinning and shouting. Okay, maybe I was one of the favorites. I saw my face on the live screen, which showed my deep blue eyes, my lightly-tanned skin covered by my black and red jersey, a large number 7 displayed on my back right below my last name. The cheers subsided as we got into positions and waited for the ref, who eyed Owen warily, to drop the puck. I couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the memory of Owen's little incident, and the opposing team Center gave me a confused look. I just narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head while I kept one eye on the ref at the same time. The silence was deafening. The only thing I could hear was my heartbeat pounding in anticipation as the adrenaline had already begun to coarse my veins. It seemed as if time stopped. One beat. Two beats. Three beats. And the referee dropped the puck.I felt my whole gut sink down. My insides grew cold. My head went light. Jacob frowned. "Isn't that the guy that always shits on you?" I nodded absent-mindedly, but I barely even heard Jake's words. "Yeah..." He looked into my eyes as concern clouded over his own. "Do you want to go?" If there was one thing I could control, it was not letting this douchebag control whether or not I would stay at a fucking hockey game. Regardless if he was playing or not. I just shook my head. "No, it's okay. I'll be fine." He offered a half smile and nodded, facing forward. "So, are those other two guys from our school? Owen and Marcus?" I nodded. "Yeah. They're close friends of Zach's." Jake hummed in acknowledgment. "They going on the trip tomorrow?" "Yeah." He shook his head. "I wish you didn't have to go through the shit they put you through. I don't know why they do it." I tried not to wince. I hoped he never would find out why they did this to me. "Well," I hesitated. "
So far, the score was 3-1, putting us in the lead. The Cobras had the puck and were advancing towards Owen. "Block it, Foley!" I heard coach scream. Almost at the exact same time, the puck was shot towards the goal, and Owen slammed down and blocked the score. "Yeah, Foley!" Coach shouted. Owen grinned and threw a thumbs up as Jayden stole the puck, swinging it to Marcus. I called out to Marcus once he was halfway down the rink, and he swung the puck in my direction, giving me a perfect shot. I intercepted the puck with my stick and skated towards the goal, dodging players and keeping the puck away from their sticks, and passed the puck back to Marcus as soon as I knew he had the ultimate shot, since his was better than mine, and he scored, bringing the score up to 4-1. The crowd cheered, and I fistbumped Marcus. "Yeah, man!" He slapped me on the back as he skated by. A couple of blocks and a score later, halftime rolled around, and the coach called us back into the ben
My alarm blared, and the intro to "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" jolted me awake with a start. Naturally, my fist slammed on the snooze button and sent the blaring noise to a stop, and caused a couple of pieces to break off the clock. Those fucking reflexes. Now I needed a new clock. I groaned and wiped my face before I checked the time; 4:45. Fuck. I heavy sighed and threw my covers off of my body, exposing myself to the early-morning chill. Double fuck. I reached over to grab my blanket, desperate for its warmth, but apparently, I had thrown it on the floor, keeping it out of reach. "I fucking hate mornings," I grumbled to myself, my groggy morning voice a little deeper than usual, as I forced my body to a sitting position and threw my legs off the side of my bed. My feet hit the floor and I sat up to stretch to loosen my muscles. A yawn rose from my lungs as I reluctantly pushed myself up and off my bed. I rubbed my eyes as I ambled over to my dresser to pull out some clothes fo
A yawn forced its way out of my lungs as I rolled my suitcase through the student-packed gym to the name tag table. I scanned the array of name tags, searching down the alphabetical-ordered list of students' names until I found Roschèr. I had downed at least three cups of coffee this morning to try to wake myself up, but sadly, it seemed to have had no effect on me. My eyelids still had dumbells tied to them on a string, weighing them down and making them nearly impossible to keep open. Once I found my name, I peeled the sticker off of its paper and smoothed it onto the front side of my suitcase. "You all set, Leys?" My dad asked as he smiled at me through my phone screen. "Do you need anything before I head out?" Dad had always insisted we do a FaceTime call whenever I would go on a trip. I guess he just wanted to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything and that I would get to my transportation safely. I nodded and gave him what was supposed to be a smile. "Yeah, I'm all good. I d
My entire body stiffened, my muscles tensing at the feeling of his presence, at the feeling of his breath literally cascading down my neck. Fuck. His morning voice was...No, stop it, Leia! I took a deep breath and tried to get my shit together because this guy was not even a foot away from me. So close that his chest was practically brushing up against my back. And I was not going to let him see the effects that he had on my body, despite my conscious wanting to strangle him until the body stopped shaking. Although I was almost fairly certain that he had the idea, based off of the goosebumps that prickled my skin, the hairs that stood on end all along my arms and across the back of my neck, and the way my body shivered from the hot breath he breathed across my neck. And I didn't know if the burning heat in my face was visible, but I prayed to God that it wasn't. It felt like I was wearing three ski jackets and a pair of snow pants in a sauna set to 100° Fahrenheit. I cleared my
The nerve of that asshole, I swear to fucking God. Jacob mother-fucking Broder needed to mind his own fucking business and shove his nose back in his ass before I did it for him. Prince Charming, knight in shining armor, and bodyguard. Those seemed to be his only roles in his relationship with Leia. He was always treating her like she was some delicate, fragile, breakable artifact or something when she was anything but that. Leia was a strong-minded, independent, and intelligent woman. She never failed to speak her mind or confront others when they were treating others like shit. Unless it was me, of course. That was when she avoided my presence as much as she possibly could. And as annoying as it was, she was also incredibly passionate about what she loved and cherished the most, always excited to share whatever brought her joy. Let it be her ridiculous obsession with books, her love for history, or her dreams to be a photographer that she'd had ever since she was a little girl..
Haylie and I stood among the rest of our small group as we waited to receive our seating arrangements for the bus. I shuffled on my feet, the feeling of two deep blue eyes burning into my back crawling through my skin and giving me shivers. "You okay?" Haylie asked, her brows furrowing as she studied my face. "Yeah," I lied. If I told Haylie about what had happened while had been putting our bags away, she would freak out. And I really didn't want to start the trip off with a bad start when we weren't even boarding the busses yet. She gave me a suspicious look but left it alone. "Okay." I forced a smile, but she was still unconvinced. I mean, of course she would know when I was lying about something. We had been best friends for the past five years. To Haylie Murrah, I was a completely open book with zero secrets. Nothing got passed her. But she left certain things alone. For a certain amount of time. Our group leader, Ms. Spencer cleared her throat to grab the attenti
I could barely contain my laughter as I walked away from Leia and Haylie. Their faces had just been too comical. If I was going to be completely honest, I wish I had played the nice character a little bit earlier. Of course, Leia was too smart to believe that I had been sincere about it. But then again, I hadn't even tried to make her think that I had been. I walked over to Marcus, and the tension rose, thickening to a point where it was nearly unbearable and completely impossible for either of us to ignore. "Hey." He looked over at me and gave me a tight, closed-mouthed smile. "Hey." The awkward silence that followed the small word exchange was so palpable that I felt like it could've choked the life out of the both of us. And there was really only one way to ease the tension. "Look, man, I'm sorry," I said, turning to look at Marcus. "I shouldn't have blown up like that." He looked at me and gave me one of those awkward half-smiles. "No, it's alright." He looked back