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I sadly got up in my bed alone after what happened between Brook and me yesterday. But I really want to talk to her. We act like we're together, but this insecurity that keeps tearing me up.

It's like I know 100% that Brook likes me, but in turn, I have my doubts. After that, I hardly got any sleep. Only two hours to be exact until I have to go to training at 7 a.m., so now.

Well, that's not going to be good for the guys who dunked too much yesterday. I warned them, but with their empty words, they told me that they will be a bomb on the ice.

So I got up and then put on a new pair of fresh jogging pants. The other dirty ones from yesterday and also the clothes that were in my room. I took them to throw them on the heap next to the washing machine.

I got downstairs as the smell of fresh bacon hit my nose. God, I'm starving. I threw the laundry in the bathroom while I watched Gunnar throw up in the toilet.

"Who going to be a bomb on the ice today now?" Gunnar shows me his middle finger and with a grin, I went to the kitchen. I sat down on a stool and saw Fane standing in the kitchen at the stove. "Give me some bacon, I'm dying." I held out my hand and got a smack with the cooking pliers.

"Looks like someone had somebody in their room yesterday. And I thought Gunnar got someone in that condition." I heard Jean say. I raised my eyebrow and looked at him, "Bro, who scratched your back like that?"

Now said Jeremy who was eating his cornflakes. Fane walked off the stove and stood behind me to look at my back. "She used you as a scratching post." He also commented and went back to the stove.

I got up, put the piece of bacon in my mouth, and walked to the large mirror next to the front door. "Fuck." I looked at the back and Brook really used me as a scratching post. My back is totally scratched. How could I not have felt the pain yesterday? Maybe because of the feeling I felt?

But the point is, this one is really badass. "Was that Brook?" Jeremy asked as he put his feet up on the table and brought another spoon into his mouth. I looked down at my back again. I don't know how Brook will feel when the boys find out that we're together, I mean have slept together, so I shook my head.

"You little bastard are lying." Jeremy narrowed his eyes. "Not at all. It was another girl I met at a party after going home because Gunnar and I were at a party somewhere else." I told the biggest nonsense.

At that moment, Gunnar came over to the table with a glass of water while still holding his head up with his hand. "Hey, were you at a party yesterday?" Jeremy wanted to investigate the whole thing. "Huh? Yes. Yes, I think so."

At that moment, I was so lucky, Gunnar drank so much that he hardly remembers anything. "I told you so." "I still don't believe you." the most serious guy in the group got up and then went to his room.