stuck with you.

TWO | Y/N

It's early morning meaning that today is going to the beginning for what's to come in the next upcoming months. Around the time I woke up for practice, my dad was already out the door while his boyfriend Ray waited out in the car.

I had caught him right before he left, writing a note to which he left on the fridge. I waited for him to leave for me to take a look.

I'm leaving, Y/n please be on your best behavior while I am away. Most of all, I hope the both of you enjoy yourselves and have fun being roommates for the time being. Love you. (:
-Dad

Before leaving for school I opened up the fridge to grab a cup of greek yogurt and open the pantry to grab granola pieces. I reached over for my phone to text Madison.

Y/N | 5:45 a.m.

Good morning,
you still gonna swing by
and give me a ride to practice?

sent.

I assume that she's probably still asleep, it is earlier than usual for her to want to get up and get to school; especially after her party last night.

Shit. I never made it over to her party. I sigh in frustration; I had completely forgotten to try and sneak out anyway despite Ariana's new set of rules she declared last night. I was completely carried away with speaking to Ariana and knowing I had practice.

I was more annoyed with the fact that by the time I see Madison, she's going to be upset with me for not making it to her party. This also most likely means that she will not be coming to get me.

This would have been a perfect time for my dad to let me ride the motorcycle we have in the parking garage. He's just constantly paranoid that I'll get into an accident, especially when he's not around.

Double checking to ensure I have everything, I then make my way out the house and start sprinting over to the school. It took me about twenty minutes to get to school. I could feel the yogurt coming up from the nonstop running. At least there won't be any extra conditioning during practice.

After getting inside the locker room, I change into my practice jersey, feeling the familiar weight of the gear settling on my shoulders. The jersey is black with bold red accents along the sleeves, and across the chest is the fierce, grey timberwolf of the school: Pacific Crest High.

I reach for my shin guards next, sliding them over my legs and securing them tightly. Defensemen take a lot of hits, so these are thicker, sturdy enough to absorb the impact of pucks and sticks. Over the shin guards, I pull up my hockey socks, fastening them in place with Velcro tabs.

Next, I grab my padded hockey pants and step into them, adjusting the waistband until they sit comfortably around my hips. I slide my elbow pads on, ensuring they're snug but flexible enough so I can move. Then come the shoulder pads, which cover my upper body and add that extra layer of protection for when things get rough. They fit snugly but give me room to move my arms and swing my stick.

I lace up my skates, checking the fit to make sure my ankles feel solid. I slip on my gloves and flex my hands, feeling the textured grip on the palms. Once my helmet's on and my mouthguard's in, I pull down the cage for face protection.

As I grab my stick, I look over to see Coach Shepherd grabbing his belongings before heading to the arena or what we like to call the wolf den. He makes eye contact with me while I'm still sat down.