Rival Morality BxB

7

Since that day, Rowan became incredibly detached. He skipped the classes we had together and didn't stop by the diner once. My swarming thoughts, first, thought of the amazing sex life I could've had. Then, they started to think things that actually mattered. Like: What the fuck happened?

I was determined to find out.

I wasn't paying attention, not feeling the sweat dripping down my brow nor the seeing hockey player barreling towards me.

I was crushed into the wall with a loud crunch. That was going to leave a mark.

"Bennet!" Coach screeched. "Come here!"

I picked myself off the ice and skated towards the talking to I was about to receive.

"The hell is wrong with you?"

"Sorry, Coach. I'll pay more attention."

"You need to figure it out. I can't have my captain getting checked while staring off into space. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Hit the showers," he said, then relayed it to the rest of the team.

I didn't bother taking my skates off. The only way I could think was by turning around the rink.

Faint sounds of skates on ice and sticks slapping pucks from the Eagles practice.

My shallow breaths cut through the cold as I debated my options. I could forget it ever happened, but let's be honest, I'm too selfish to let sex that good get away. And maybe, I started to care just a little bit. After all, I had never seen him like that. Breathing heavily with crazed eyes.

In addition, I must have clawed him really bad if he let me see him flinch when I touched him. Rowan doesn't show weakness, ever. He doesn't run away from his problems, he punches right through them.

Yet, he's skipped class every day since then. Now that I think about it, I didn't see his car when walking in. Skipping class is one thing, but skipping practice? Had I really scared him that much by insinuating that I wanted to top.

In truth, I really didn't care that much. I just didn't want him to think he had the upper hand. I didn't know what to do. We would need to talk, of course. But how? He's made damn sure that he's no where near me at any time.

That is, until a golden opportunity arose.

The door of the locker room clanged open and Warren peaked his head out. "Hey, uh, do you want to come to this party tonight? You've seemed tense maybe some alcohol could help."

Honestly what doesn't help with a little alcohol.

He seemed hopeful, yet hesitant. "But?" I questioned, sensing there was something else here.

"It's at Kane's place."

I didn't think, just answered, "I'll go."

"Really?"

"Yeah just take me by my house first so I can change and check on my sisters."

...

There wasn't a square foot of the house that didn't have a person in it. It was packed from wall to wall. There was no way I would be able to find Rowan in this mess.

I decided to steer clear of the alcohol. It would only make it harder to discern who was who. It's not like I could up and ask one of his friends, there's no way they'd tell me. It would sound too suspicious.

But who I did find, was Reese. She's blond with fake eyelashes that could probably knock down the Empire State Building when she blinked. But she also had a huge crush on Rowan. Therefore, wherever she was, he was going to be. Or at least she'd find him for me.

She beelined to the middle of the dancing teens. Between which I could see him. He was flailing his arms and twisting like a pretzel, dancing to the music. He looked absolutely shit faced.

I followed her in and dragged Rowan out and up the grand staircase which led to several hallways with lots of rooms. It was obvious which room was his by the articles of clothing forming a trail to outside the door. I shoved him in and locked it behind me.

"Wha-what are you? Go away Ollie. Yo- youh gonna get me in tr-rouble," he barely hiccuped out.

"How much have you had to drink?" Rowan was in no way a lightweight. For him to be this out of it there must be two empty bottles of vodka laying around downstairs.

"Not much," he slurred.

I rolled my eyes and made him sit on the bed. The large bed was pushed up in the corner under an equally as large window covered by black out curtains. A desk and bookshelves lined the walls and there were two other doors beside the one we came through. Closet and bathroom.

He pulled me down after him, still pretty strong for how drunk he is, and laid his head in my lap. He took a deep inhale before saying, "You smell good."

I couldn't help but laugh. I was never going to let him forget this.

He reached up to my face like a toddler, putting a hand on each cheek. "You're so pretty. You have cute little dimples." He poked one and squirmed closer to me.

"I think you need medical attention."

"Nuh uh," he growled. "You're not going anywhere. He dragged me further into the bed and under the covers and plopped himself on top of me rendering me immobile.

"Rowan-"

"Shhhh," he patted my cheek once more, "It's sleepy time."

I wasn't going to get anything out of him when he was like this and it wouldn't seem fair to ask. He was so warm and I clinged to him like a koala. I tried not to think too much about it, but the butterflies in my stomach were answer enough, and drifted off to the sound of his heavy breathing and the rise and fall of his chest.