Lexi
The friends we have as children shape us. Some of them we keep forever, some of them we lose along the way... but all of them leave something behind... or in his case, take something as they leave.
Mason Jennings held my heart in his hands at...
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"My grandmother could skate faster than that Jennings and she's been coffin surfing for 20years!"
Yet more delightful, encouraging words from our Coach.
I think I've lost at least a third of my body weight in the last hour from pure sweat. Screw the miracle diets influencers try to shove down everyone's throats, just run speed drills in full hockey gear and ta da, beach body.
Seb, Sam, Hugo and Anthony are suffering just as badly as I am. Coach may not have been able to officially prove the other guys were involved in locker-gate but their acceptance of extra practices specifically for the five of us is as good as an admission of guilt.
"If you spent less time jerking off, then maybe your left hand would be as strong as your right one Morris!"
"Suck it up Garcia! Save the tears for your pillow."
"Bambi can skate better than you Porter!"
"Preston, stop checking out Garcia's ass before I shove my skate up yours!"
Such a charming fellow.
It took another twenty minutes of verbal abuse and screaming muscles for him to call time on practice so there'd actually be something left of us for tonight's. Can't wait to do this again in 8 hours.
We all stumble into the locker room feeling pretty damn sorry for ourselves, Seb and Anthony both grabbing ice packs from the freezer in the corner of the room while Sam and I hit the showers and Hugo sharpens his skate.
I undress quickly, throwing my gear on the ground and honestly considering leaving it there. When I step into the cubicle, I brace my hands on the wall and hang my head low letting the steaming water run over my body and soothe my aching muscles.
"You don't get to feel sorry for yourself" Sam scoffs as he rubs shampoo into his hair.
"Spare me the lecture Samuel" I grumble.
"No lecture. Clearly they don't work because we're in this mess. You aren't worthy of a Sammy Speech right now."
"Sammy Speech?" I chuckle.
"Anthony used it to mock me so naturally I've adopted it into my vocabulary to piss on his wick." he replies with a smug grin.
"Naturally" I chuckle back. "So what do I have to do to see Sammy Speeches in my life again? Not that I'm complaining the breather from them. They really don't make me look too good."
"You don't want to know my answer to that and you wouldn't listen even if I told you. I suggest you get used to being Sammy deprived." He chides with a wink.
Oh I wonder, what Sam could possibly want to happen?
"Totally random guess - might it require me being civil with Lexi for you stop treating me like I ran over your dog?"
