When Lyla arrives at her new school, Crestwood High, her hopes of a new beginning are quickly challenged by the schools walking one-night stand. Lean, killer jawline, captain of the ice hockey team, and rude as all hell, Jack Hughes is everything Ly...
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I sighed heavily, flopping on to the seat of the ticketing booth after a long night of organising hockey equipment, cleaning the office out and restacking the rental skates in size order. Working at the rink wasn't so bad, it was sort of breezy, but either way, I was still exhausted after a full day of school and work.
I checked the time on my phone, the screen burning my eyes as it lit up the dim office.
10PM.
Reid hadn't responded to me yet, in fact, he'd barely said a word to me all week. I couldn't imagine why, I mean, I hadn't done anything wrong, had I?
I pursed my lips, deep in thought as the hockey boys began filtering out of the rink, now all changed and in tracksuits or regular clothes, with their gear in bags over their shoulders and sticks held on their hands. I was way too tired to keep track of who was going home for the night now, even though I was meant to sign people out. Instead, however, I just watched as the team left the rink with heavy eyes and a yawn or two.
"Cya, Lyla," Luke Hemmings spoke as he pushing his way through the double doors of the rink and towards the outside world. Each time someone opened the door, a warm breeze would fly through the door and into the office, it was heaven. I was cold, even in my big work jacket, I guess being in the rink but not actually skating was colder than I remembered.
"Bye Luke," I spoke, sending him a sleepy grin as I spun circles in the office chair I sat on.
"See you at school, Lyla," Calum spoke next, followed by Michael and Ashton.
I was surprised when they bid me an actual goodbye, not expecting it from the boys after only one day of attending school with them. At last some of the hockey team were nice.
Speaking of, I hadn't seen Jack leave the rink, but I'm positive he was gone, more than likely one of the first out of there when practice was over, most likely not even bothering to say goodbye to me, like most of the other players did, particularly the older teams.
Oh well, it wasn't like I cared if he said goodbye or not, we had just openly argued multiple times in one day, so if he had said goodbye, it would have been completely out of character. And besides, the les conversation I had with the boy, the better. I would actually pay to have Jack Hughes leave me alone.
Once I was positive the rink was clear of all players, I threw on my skates and made my way to the middle of the rink, pushing with all of my strength at the hockey nets so they could go back where they belonged at the back of the rink. Usually, this was a two person job, but, I was the only staff member on, making it up to me. I managed to get both goals to the other side of the rink and up against the wall on the rubber floors within 10 minutes, but now, I was sweating.
Great, I thought, pushing my hair back off my face as stands fell from my ponytail and tickles my nose and cheeks.
I huffed, both hands on my hips as I thought of what needed to be done next. I had to Zamboni the ice before I left, even though it was ridiculously late. Next time I worked late like this, I would Zamboni straight after practice is over while the teams got changed, to save time, and my sanity.
