On The Ice (boyxboy)

fourteen

a/n- hey guys! haven't updated in a bit, just been in a mental rut with freshman year (which i just finished!!) and other things. so i'm hoping to knock out a few chapters. i'm also not exactly sure where this story is going, so we'll see what happens!! also if im friends with you in real life, go away! please and thank you 🙏

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OLLIES POV

I wake buried in white covers. I rub at my eyes and open them, looking around the bland hotel room. I turn over in the empty bed and grab my phone. I don't remember last night, but based on my raging headache, I must be hungover due to Brodie's antics.

It's 6:17 and considering Charlie's bed made, so neatly it looks unused, he must already be downstairs eating breakfast in the lobby. I believe breakfast is from 6 am through 9:30.

I pull the covers aside and head to the bathroom with my toothbrush in hand. I turn the light on and am hit with eye bags so deep they're a dark purple. I stare into my reflection and sigh. My curls are all over the place and my face is marked with lines from my pillow.

After I finish in the bathroom I head to my bag on the floor next to my bed looking to change, but realizing I only brought this outfit, considering I didn't expect to get stuck after the game last night.

That's when I'm reminded of the game and all the dumb shit that went down. I remember a good first period, then Charlie down and my knuckles icy, Charlie in the locker room, his soft lips, my tantrum, heading to the hotel. I internally groan with anxiety pooling in my gut.

What if someone had seen Charlie and me? Calling us names, looking at us with disgust. God, I am disgusting. My hands begin to shake with worry and I try to push my thoughts away. I press the palm of my hands to my eyes and pull them back, glancing at the little crescent divots I made yesterday. They make me feel so regretfully guilty, but I feel so relieved at the same time.

My eyes turn watery and I sniffle. I bring my hands down and sit on the edge of my bed. I sniff one more time before I jump when my phone begins to ring. I wipe my eyes before clicking answer.

"Hey." I say but I'm not really sure who's calling.

"Bro, where are you? Coach wants us downstairs in the lobby at 6:30." By the tone of voice, it sounds a lot like Matthew.

"Matthew?" I ask, just to make sure.

"Um, yes? Did you not see the Caller ID?" He says.

"Sorry, just a bit slow this morning. What time is it anyway?" I say.

"6:31. So you better get down here. We're leaving at 6:45 and coach wanted us to eat before we leave."

"Why are we leaving so early?" I ask, because seriously 6:45 is crazy early and I don't really want to see Charlie just yet.

"Weather predicts another snow storm at 10 and he wants to make it back well before then."

"Okay. See you downstairs, then." I say before Matthew hangs up.

I pack up the rest of my things before entering the bathroom and looking at myself again. Once I realize there is no helping how I look right now, I exit my hotel room.

I walk to the staircase and walk down the 4 flights of stairs before heading towards the lobby. It's only 6:37 when I reach the rest of the team.