The Hot Hockey Player

Chapter 7 - Jude 🏒

"Dude, you'll never guess who I just met in Viva Burger, the restaurant near college," Colin shouts as he's making his way in my room. I am literally in nothing but my underwear on my bed, playing at some random game but that apparently doesn't shake the guy. He sits in my bed with his outside clothes, which is something I hate with all my guts. And he knows better. 

"Colin," I warn

He says "Oh sorry, wait !" and storms out. I hear the shower turns on. So I know I have mostly like five minutes to enjoy the serenity before the storm's coming back again.

Something like seven minutes later, Colin comes back with cleaner clothes and a towel on his head. I stop my game and give him my full attention. I'm kind of intrigued now. 

"So ?" I say waiting for an answer.

He seems really excited, "So please, guess who I just had dinner with ?"

"Hmm, I don't know, Barack Obama ?" I try playfully. The boy is funny when he gets all happy like that, which makes me happy. He's like a happy ball, always. Which makes him even scarier when he's angry. Even though he's younger than me, I'm not suicidal to get on his way. I usually let him calm down a bit before trying to understand and to talk with me. His war mode is something else.  

"No silly ! That's someone you like. Well technically," he adds with a shrug which confuse me even more.

The only person I can think of is my mom. Or maybe my sister, Lena. But they aren't in town, they would have told me. But, I go with it anyway. Maybe they wanted to surprise me and Colin is about to ruin it all. But he just shakes his head from left to right, even happier than when he got to my room. His smile reaches his eyes and you know those person with those facial features ? When they smile so hard, you can't see their eyes anymore. Well Colin has that type of smile and I can't help myself but smile back. 

I really sound like a girlfriend. But I swear I do like girls. I just love my best friend and I'm not afraid to say nor show it. I'll never understand this attitude some guys have. Like because I am a guy, I should like a brute or something. Nah, I can be soft too and I guess that's what participate to my charm.   

"Stop smiling so hard, your mouth's gonna spit rainbows and unicorns."

At that, he just answers with a "please please dude, try to make both your neurons work."

I slap his head. "You shit head," and a little "ouch" goes out his mouth as I intercept a death glare but that's all. He's was a happy pill.

"Okay okay, maybe it's too hard to find,"he finally admits hands down.

"No really ?" I answer ironically.

"But," he says his index finger pointing up, "we'll play a game for you to find out. And you'll thank me later."

I finally put down my controller and sigh "You really don't want to just tell me the name. I am starting to think you drunk way too much and beer went up your head. You're crazy."

"No, I'm not. I didn't even drink tonight but I ate, and in good company," he says his eyebrows giggling and teasing me.

"Okay, let's play your game," I sigh in defeat.

"Great ! So ask your questions !" he invites me.

So I do it and ask him basic questions. 

"Is it a girl or a boy ?" 

"A girl."

"Do I know her ?"

"yes," he cringes at his reply, "No, well technically you do."