Mason Harrison is the captain of the hockey team, undeniably good-looking, and always knows just what to say. But he doesn't come without his flaws... After a traumatic relationship leaves him unsure and fearful, Mason doesn't know when he will be r...
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- - - - MASON - - - - mr blue sky - electric light orchestra
"Speed it up, Harrison!" Coach yelled at me from the side of the arena where he stood observing practice. He isn't usually a big yeller - quite the opposite actually - but it isn't even 8 a.m. yet, and he has already yelled at me multiple times this morning. I'm having a hard time deciding if it's the stress from our upcoming home game on Friday or my uncharacteristic performance this morning. Either way, I desperately wish he would find someone else to pick on.
Cursing under my breath, I dug the blades of my skates deeper into the ice. Although the rink was cold and a breeze rippled through my jersey as I raced up the ice, I still felt another bead of sweat drip down my back. This particular practice has been grueling, and I've been sweating nonstop since I stepped onto the ice.
I can only imagine how absolutely horrible I smell.
As I glided towards the bench during a shift change Coach Olson's pointed glare landed on me. "What is with you today?"
"Nothing." I panted as I grabbed one of the water bottles sitting on top of the boards. I could feel the frustration radiating off Coach's body, but instead of yelling at me some more, he just shook his head and turned his focus back to my teammates on the ice.
While I sat on the bench waiting for my turn to hop back onto the ice, I couldn't help but think about a certain brunette that was the cause of my abnormal skating this morning.
Last night I texted Riley about some homework questions, and one text led to two which led to a phone call that lasted for hours. We talked about anything and everything, and if I am being completely honest, I could listen to Riley talk about physics and still be infatuated. Every word that she says finds a way to draw me in.
It was refreshing to be able to talk to someone other than Codie and Mack. Even though I love both of them, there is only so much of them a person can handle at one time before they lose their sanity.
But even though I enjoyed Riley and I's call last night, it had cost me precious hours of sleep which was totally evident in my skills at practice this morning. I was missing easy shots, dropping passes, and I even managed to turn the puck over a time or two.
Shit, without Codie, I wouldn't have even made it to practice this morning! Apparently, I forgot to set my alarm last night after Riley, and I finally hung up, and so I woke up to Codie banging on my bedroom door 15 minutes before we were supposed to leave for practice.
Long story short, this morning is an absolute mess.
After practice, Mack came up to me and slapped me on the shoulder as I was taking off my pads and untying my skates. "You feeling okay?"
I nodded my head and continued to pull off my shoulder pads. "I'm fine."
