Devoted To You

Chapter 17: Maxton

"Listen up boys!" Coach hollers as he walks into the locker room. The room instantly silences. "So, some of you may have heard about this already but there will be a banquet on November 24th. You all have to be there, no exceptions. I mean, it is for you guys after all. And when you're there, you will be on your best behaviour. No fucking around. Got it?" He looks each of us dead in the eyes but lingers on Dylan, giving him a 'I'm mostly talking about you' look. 

Dylan's mouth drops and he looks at me with a 'Is this guy serious' look. I fold my lips inside my mouth to keep from laughing.

The guys mumble a "yes, sir" and coach raises a brow. 

"I said, got it?" At that everyone yells a "yes, sir!" 

Coach gives a sharp nod and says "Okay, clean up boys and I'll see you tomorrow for our first preseason game." With that, he turns on his heels and leaves. 

The chatter in the room instantly picks up again and I resume removing my equipment. I am absolutely exhausted. All I can think about right now is how good I'll feel the second my head hits the pillow. If I rush home, I can probably nap for like a solid two hours before I have to get up for our weekly supper with Ella. 

Matt drops down on the bench next to me and starts to unlace his skates. "Yo man you look like shit."

I side eye him and reply, "Gee thanks."

He looks at my face and lets out a snort. "I just mean that you look overwhelmed. What's going on?"

I stop removing my pads and let out a sigh. "I don't know man, I've just been exhausted lately. My heads been all over the place."

"This have anything to do with Fallon?"

My head whips in his direction. "What? No. Why would it have anything to do with her?"

He raises a brow at me and gives me a 'be for real right now' look. "Don't fuckin' pretend this doesn't have anything to do with her. Dude, it's me you're talking to. What's going on, I thought you guys were good since you've decided to be friends?" Hearing the term 'friends' unintentionally has my top lip curling in irritation. Not missing my expression, he chuckles. "Ah, so that's the problem. You don't want to be her friend." He nods like everything he's said makes perfect sense.

I'm already shaking my head before he's done talking. "No, it's not that. Look you know I can't do anything about that. I have my hands full with hockey and school and looking out for Ella, I can't afford to be getting distracted right now." And that girl is a walking distraction. 

A sexy walking distraction with the hottest fucking body I've ever seen. Okay brain, shut the fuck up.

Matt groans and slaps a hand to his face. "Broooo, come on. First of all, Ella isn't a child anymore and she doesn't need to you look after her every second of the day. She can handle herself and if she does need us, she knows where to find us. Secondly, I'm not saying that you need to date the girl, I mean that's not really your style, but I can tell that you like her and that she likes you too. So maybe just... I don't know, see if you guys can do like a friends with benefits kind of thing since the friends thing doesn't seem to be working out for you."

"Ohhhh, did I just hear you say FWB, Matty Boy! Puh-lease tell me we're talking about our little Maxipad and his sweet little Fallon angel." Dylan says as he spawns next to us and starts cracking up at his not funny joke. "Get it! Fallon Angel. Wow I'm so good."

I make eye contact with Matt and we both roll our eyes. I swing my arm out and backhand him in the junk. "First of all, don't fucking call me Maxipad. And keep your fucking voice down, I don't need everyone to know my business." 

Dylan doubles over and grips his dick, grumbling in pain. Tristan appears next to him with a towel wrapped around his neck. "You kind of deserved that bro."

Still hunched over in pain, he wheezes out a "Shut up."

Tristan takes a seat next to me on the bench and says. "Look man, I get that you don't want any distractions right now, but sometimes distractions are kind of necessary. With hockey and school, we all have so much shit going on, it's important that we do other stuff to keep us sane. So, if you wanna have some fun with Fallon and if she wants that too, then maybe you should."

Matt nods along to that and Dylan, who has finally recovered from his injured dick, smiles wide. "Yeah boy, get down and dirty with that little she wolf. But uhhh, maybe you should talk to Ella before she busts your nuts for getting with her roomie." 

Well he's definitely right about that.