Ice on Records

Chapter nine: Gwen/Xayl

Swish..

Swoosh...

I have been sitting outside the hockey arena for almost thirty minutes, with my ass freezing from the drizzle when Xayl left the door open after he got out of the car.

I hate that shit; I really do. Xayl would one day cause my death, and I would probably still flip him off even if I'm in the nether of hell.

It's raining, I'm freezing and debating to go inside the arena to just warm up. Besides, I'm a nice person. People inside would probably won't mind a bronde bitch nurse to randomly enter an ice hockey stadium, right?

After two minutes, I opened the car door and sprinted inside the arena. Damn, it was a place I'd never been to since I finished high school.

I would often stay on hockey arenas when I was still in high school all because I wanted to see Xayl. I'm a lovesick girlfriend of Xayl at the beginning, and I don't even know if it's whether annoying or sweet. And when we stopped dating and became enemies throughout the ends of the school year, I never entered another stadium again after that.

I entered a random door, revealing the main stadium of the arena. I don't give a fuck, there's literally random girls in the corner that are cheering for Xayl as if he's the best hockey player of all time.

I took a seat thirty inches away from those fans of his and just fished out a gum from my bag to at least soothe my shivering.

That's when Vee called.

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Me: Vee?

Veronica: Hey, you're gonna go back to the Quinns Estate?

Me: Yeah. But hey, more salary, the better. Right?

****

Vee chuckled on the other line, her sweet motherfucking sassy voice softly cradling my eardrum.

Just before Vee could speak again, a commotion reached my ears.

"I'll call you back." I mumbled on the phone before my line goes dead silent, leaving Vee turned on.

I took a quick glimpse at the stadium out of curiosity, not missing the death glare Xayl randomly was giving me. He slipped on the ice, which is kinda amazing and slightly concerning for me.

"Get her the fuck out of here," Xayl growled, his finger pointing at me as if I was a criminal. But what's more concerning and confusing is his cheeks; it's bright motherfucking red.

That's rarely possible for cheeks to randomly brighten up even if the person's in room temperature.

I raised my hands for two seconds before pinching my own cheeks, signaling Xayl about how fucking disturbingly pink it is before walking out of the arena.

Xayl

Fuck this shit. What the hell happened?

It was only a glance, but on just looking at Gwen made me lose balance. That kind of coincidence never happened once in my life. No, I wasn't in love with her. But something buried six feet under was making me hard.

"You alright, buddy?" Jake asked with his voice lacing concern. I took his hand for support to make me back on my feet again, my ankles hurting slightly.

"Yeah," I choked out, my voice groaning from the ache.

"We should get you a fucking doctor or something–"

"Jake, I'm fine." I protested, getting my feet off the icy grounds and sat on the nearby bench. Girls on the other side of the stadium were drooling like kittens, which was utterly disgusting.

"I'm gonna half my practice tonight, I'll be back tomorrow." I spoke to Jake before leaving the stadium, slightly limping from the achy shitty pain on my ankle.

I grabbed my duffle bag, stuffing my twig and puck inside as I walked to the bathroom to wash up. But when I fucking tried, some lovesick wannabe girlfriends surrounded me.

That's right, you bet it. They're asking for autographs from me. Specifically, I always get used to this; but when it comes to girls like these, I always wonder how the fuck would they drool for a man whose life is motherfucking private even on its state of fame.

Funny? Fuck no.

Being this kind of fame ain't funny anymore longer. I may have agreed on being a sex partner to Sheena, but the payment is too stretched as I was expecting.

"Get your hands off my man!" A voice yelled. It was Sheena, her face turning red from seething anger.

Oh great, now the worst one came to make a scene.

"Sheena–" I was cut off by Sheena's no wrinkle, perfectly polished hand flying on Jake's poor face when the punch was supposed be one of the girls.

Sheena beated the fuck out of him mercilessly, not realizing it was just Jake. Poor thing, but–

"Alright," Another voice sliced the chaos, but the war silenced, as if it was commanded to. Sheena was passed out, and the voice was Gwen, holding a damn syringe. Jake's nose was bleeding, his eyes bloodshot from the random assault.

Of course, the hotshot nurse would intervene even in the slightest sound she could hear.

"You alright buddy?" Gwen asked Jake, bending his head over as she stuffed tissues on Jake's nostrils.

Hm, interesting.

"Don't tell this to anyone, understood?" Gwen turned to face the girls, the whites of her eyes bloodshot slightly.

The girls nodded shakily, their eyes fluttering. "We will, Ms. Mildred." One of the girls spoke before leaving off.

I raised an eyebrow, confused and also amused. "Ms. Mildred, huh? What a name for a hotshot to be called by college freshmen." I snorted, my lips curling up into a smirk.

Gwen rolled her eyes before flipping me off for the millionth time of this month before carrying Sheena up effortlessly.

"You don't have to do that." I spat, lifting Sheena's hips and flunging her over my shoulder. The last thing I knew, Gwen just called me a bitch before helping Jake to his feet. But there was... something else.. What the actual fuck is it?

Is it amusement?

No.

I could feel it;

Jealousy