Devotion

thirty ﾒ dirty confessions

LUCA

You've gotta be fucking kidding me. Just when I was getting under her damn skin, she leaves. But before I could think any more about Angelica, a puck hit my stomach. Already pissed, I threw my stick on the ice. "Fuck off!" I yell to Rio, my teammate, and annoyingly, my friend. "Seriously, stop hitting me with the damn puck before I shoot it through your teeth," I say.

"Jesus," Rio mutters, skating over to my side followed by Leo Brooks, my other teammate and friend. "What's got your boxers in a bunch?" He asks as he picks up my stick and hoists it up on his shoulder. Leo puts his hands on his hips and sighs. "For fuck's sake," he says.

I skate away, ignoring both of them. "I'm fine, I need to sleep on something that's all." I turn to face Rio in his face, "And hit me with the puck, and I'll put the shit in your stomach when I'm done." I clench my jaw before taking my stick and skating off of the ice.

"You need to get laid, this is getting out of control," Rio says, following. I could hear Leo follow as well, beyond pissed but knowing him it's not even about hockey. "I know you're trying to keep up this 'fake dating' thing with Angelica, but it doesn't seem so fake. And Mia is pissed regardless of if you're dating her or not. Do you know who you need to get laid up with? Charlotte Jackson."

I continue to ignore him and enter the locker room with the both of them trailing like worker bees. The sounds of the footsteps, the news I received from Angelica, and Rio fucking rambling are going to send me into a sensory overload. "Can you please be quiet? I can't hear my thoughts," I say to Rio as I undress.

"Fine," he complies, "but you still need to get laid. You'll be out of college soon, and this celibacy or abstinence, whatever the fuck, is not working for you." I shake my head as I stare in my empty locker. "Do you ever stop speaking?"

Leo laughs as he undresses from his hockey gear and into his regular clothes. But before he could continue, he frowns. "Yo, Rio and Luke," he says. "I need girl advice." Rio and I turned our heads in his direction. Rio sits on the bench and disinfects his helmet and mouth guard while I rest my head against my locker. "What?"

He sighs. "So, my girl, the one who attends Columbia, she told me my balls are too small. Is that a problem?" Rio stops before throwing his head back, cackling his ass off. I, on the other hand, sit and stare. "Balls are big and small, depending on the person. I'd rather her complain if you had none at all, which doesn't seem to be the case," I answer.

"I think that small balls are nice. They avoid hitting the girl when you have sex," Rio says, shrugging. "But girls have expectations about bodies, for some reason. It's understandable, but it's like, body shaming, disgusting." He shakes his head in pure disgust.

Silence overtakes the three of us, my eyebrows furrow at his constant ramble. "Right," I drawl. "Look," I say, staring at Leo. "Your sack is probably fine. Don't trip." I shut my locker and throw my hoodie over my shoulder.

Leo nods, still unsure of himself before clutching a handful of his dick through his boxers and stalking over to the showers. What group of friends do I have. "Ay!" Rio rushes over to me, clamping his hand over my shoulder. "Let us come over and chill," he says. "Smoke some weed, talk about girls, watch some films, raid your fridge."

"Why do you like eating my food?" I ask. "Well," he says, puffing his chest. "I'm a grown man, okay? Please. Plus, all you eat is fucking vegetables and chicken."

"Okay, fine." I sigh and move him out of my way. Coach Bennett walks into the locker room, and all heads turn to him. "Luca, it's important," he says, his face hard as steel. A bunch of oohs and slaps of the shoulders are made at me.