Strawberry | Hockey Rivalry 1 [Completed]

Eleven | Reilly

I rolled my eyes watching Brock laugh through a drill with some freshmen. I skated towards them and shoved Brock. "Get into the right headspace. We're about to go against our rivals, your own team." Brock's eyes turned dark looking over at me.

"I know." Brock shoved me back, skating away. I growled and chased after him.

"The fuck is wrong with you. You're supposed to be assistant."

"I'm not doing this with you." Brock stated grabbing his water and spraying it on his neck and into his mouth. "It's not right for us to do this year."

"Why not? Weren't you my go to man on the ice for years? You were my guy before you fucked it all up." Brock glared at me and I could feel the anger burning in my stomach.

"I didn't fuck it all up. You did."

"No the fuck I did not." I got closer to him before Wren and Adrian slid between us.

"You two are the leaders of this team. Act like it." Adrian said looking between us. Brock stared me down before skating away.

"I wasn't going to start anything on the ice." I scoffed at him, watching him go to a defense drill with our assistant coach.

"What is going on with you? You need to talk it out with him, Reilly." Wren shook his head at me. I grumbled and finished out practice with a chip on my shoulder. I stayed clear of Brock. I keep remembering how he was when we picked him up from the other campus and what he said to her.

After practice Katherine was waiting and she looks pissed off. "I need to ask you a question and you need to tell me." I blinked at her directness and Adrian walked by with Ben, both giving me raised eyebrows. "What is the story with you and this Valerie girl. I've tried to find information but--"

"Stop. Don't. I'm not talking to you about her."

"Why not?" She whined. " I'm your girlfriend, Reilly! She looks at you like she wants to jump your bones."

"No she doesn't." I frowned. Katherine rolled her eyes and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"Yes, she does. You should have seen her at your last game. So tell me the history."

"No. There is no history."

"Reilly--"

"I'm not fucking doing this with you."

"Why? Why not talk about the situation?" Brock walked up to us and I could tell he was pissed off. "Don't tell me you're ashamed?" I saw red as I threw Brock against the wall in the entryway. He fought back and landed a punch on my shoulder. I swore out and tackled him to the ground.

I tried to pin him down, but he managed to flip the situation and tried to stop the jabs I was throwing at his sides. We were pulled apart and I squinted my eyes looking over the damage on Brock. He licked his lip where I punched him. It's probably going to split.

"You two fuckheads. Get in my office. Reilly I thought you'd be man enough to approach this on your own. Clearly not. Get in my office. Now."

Katherine tried to console me but I shrugged her off. I was rolling in anger. I sat down in the chair and put space between Brock and I. He ran his hands through his hair before looking at coach. "I'm sorry Coach. I... that wasn't right of us." Brock said. I looked over at him and blinked. Huh.

Coach looked over both of us before settling in on me. "Reilly. You are supposed to be the team captain. What is the issue here?"

I was silent for a while. I tapped my fingers on my thigh, waiting until I can get out of here. The office is small. "It's me." Brock said. "The last time we interacted as a trio. I'd like to talk about it. She would, too. But I'm not bringing her into this conversation. This is between you and me. The team. Our ice." Brock looked at me and I scoffed.