Rapture

15

Oliver Meyers is in my room, on my bed.

"You changed." I note very pleased as I shut the door.

"Yea well, I didn't like puck bunny on me either."

I scoff. "Please, you didn't even stop her. She was practically groping you."

"Girls can be very demanding." is all he says.

"Do you like that? Demanding girls?"

He leans back on his arms, watching me.

"What do you think?"

To prevent fidgeting under his stare I slowly walk around my room feeling his gaze follow me.

"I think... you like a challenge."

I think back to him icing my wrist.

"Someone to take care of."

I think back to him blind folding me.

"I think you like giving, pleasing." I smirk.

"Not controlling?" He asks.

"No." I immediately say.

"But you still like to feel like the bigger participant."

He laughs at this.

"You've got me all figured out Patel."

I turn to him. "Am I wrong?"

He shrugs. "Being captain has it's perks you know?"

He stands up from the bed. "Girls, coming up to me after games, at parties, even at school begging me to fuck them. They get very jealous, you know?"

"Tsk tsk, such a vulgar word Meyers."

His mouth quirks up as he walks to me.

"You told me I played bad today."

"Was I supposed to praise you for that performance today when you could have done better?"

"I don't know, anything is good when it comes out of your mouth."

I roll my eyes and cross my arms when he stands right in front of me.

"I'm serious. You could be humiliating me and I'd love ever second of it."

"Oliver." I whisper.

"Where you jealous, Lucia?" He demands quietly.

"Maybe, I just like toying with people. Ever think of that?"

I take a step forward and he takes a sudden step back.

"It's pathetic how hard you want to please me Oliver. Are you worried I won't like what you have to offer, my sweet boy." I grab hold of his jaw lovingly.

There's a glint in his eyes now.

"Just because I'd let you degrade me, doesn't mean there won't be repercussions."

"Ooo, I'm soo sacred." I smirk.

"No, I'm just doing laundry. I can come by the office tomorrow at 9 if that works-"

My mom comes into my room without knocking, on the phone, holding a basket full of what seems to be my laundry.

She stops in her tracks when she sees me and Oliver.

"I have to go, but I will see you tomorrow." She quickly hangs up her phone and puts the basket down.

She looks between me and then Oliver. She does this a couple times before laughing.

"Oliver Meyers?" She finally says.

Oliver glances at me quickly. "Uh, yes?"

Fucking fuck, shoot me now.

"This is too good." She shakes her head.

"Will you be joining us for dinner Meyers?"

He looks at me again and I shake my head.

"Sure."

So, here we are eating dinner at the table.

"Normally I would be going bat shit crazy if there was a boy in her room." Mom says as she stabs a vegetable eating it.

"So why weren't you?" Oliver asks.

"I'm working on not trying to jump to conclusions." She waves him off.

"So Oliver, Kira tells me you play hockey."

I narrow my eyes at her.

"Kira?" Oliver says confused.

"Oh, it's her first name but she chooses to go by her middle name Lucia now."

"Anyways, hockey?"

I glare at my mom as Oliver responds.

"Uh yea. It's good. I would have liked a stronger team this year but we have a workable roster so I think we can go far for my last season with them."

"If only more people try out this year." Mom says while staring at me.

Oliver catches this.

"You know someone who plays?"

"It's complicated." I say stuffing my face with tandoori chicken.

"Any plans to continue hockey after high school?"

"I'm in the middle of acquire a scholarship right now to play for Queens University."

"How exciting! Your parents must be very proud."

"Uh, no, they don't really care what I do."

My mom frowns but continues.

"Well, that is very impressive Oliver, you've worked hard for this I'm sure."

The rest of dinner goes by normally but I'm thankful when I shut the door after Oliver.

"I can't believe Oliver Meyer was in our house." My mom says.

"Why are you fangirling right now?" I say and she looks at me like I'm crazy.

"You're joking right now? Kira you have been crushing on him since you first saw him. And now you just had dinner with him."

"What? No I haven't."

"Oh, please, don't give me that. After that first game against his team, you asked me to borrow my laptop."

"O-Kay?" I draw out.

"You pulled up his team roster so you could find him. You stared at that photo of him before every game."

I stand there shocked with my jaw dropped because even I forgot I did that.

"I-I only did- I wanted to - UGH. I was looking at his stats because he was so good. It (mind my language) pissed me off how good he was. So, I tracked and compared his stats, so I could be better than him, so what?"

"Mhm, I believe you. You were so obsessed I had to block the leagues website on my computer to get you to stop. But, since you aren't playing hockey right now, I wonder what your obsessing over?" She smirks and goes to her room.

"Oh and put all your medals back up! The lengths you go to..." She mutters the last part.