One of the things that Charlotte Rose Johnston loved the most, besides lacrosse and hockey, was her privacy.
It was time for her new adventure, and being that she received her first Division 1 athletic offer to play men's ice hockey at the Universit...
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Once Charlotte got back to the room, she threw herself into the shower. Luke insisted that she did so first.
She let the hot water burn her freckled skin and relished in the comfort the heat brought her.
In the next door over, Luke sat on the edge of her bed, mind racing at a rapid pace. Suddenly he had an idea. He opened his phone and clicked the call button.
"Yoooo!"
"Hey lil' bro!"
Luke Hughes' older brothers picked up the call immediately, their faces spreading across the screen.
"Oh no, that's not a good look," Quinn solemnly spoke. Jack sighed loudly and dramatically.
"God you piss me off-"
"Be nice, Jack-"
"Okay both of you shut up real quick. What the hell do I do to fix things with Charlotte?" Luke asked, murmuring against the speakers.
Jack let out a cackling laugh while Quinn's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Holy shit our baby bro is getting laid, it's about time!"
"Jack, you're genuinely a fucking perv," Quinn scoffed, pressing his fingers to his temples.
Luke laughed.
"I'm being serious. If you can't help, hang up," he added, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well," Quinn started,"you should do something special. She just scored her first goal, right? You could always take her out for food or something casual to congratulate her," he shrugged.
Casual. Luke was starting to hate that word.
Luke tilted his head, abruptly becoming aware of something.
Jack seemed to read his mind.
"Wait dude, are you sure you want to start something like that when you're leaving in a few months?"
The call rang silent for a few moments and all that could be heard was the soft trickle of the shower from the next room over. Luke deeply inhaled through his nostrils and laid his back against the bed under him.
"I don't know man, I just can't let things end like this," Luke spoke quietly.
"I say make the most of it," Jack started, bringing the phone hilariously close to his face.
"Take her out. Take her to parties. Show her off. Pretend like your dating-"
"Hey!" Luke interrupted, face erupting with red splotches.
"-or best friends or whatever. Just-"
Quinn interrupted, "-for the love of god, Luke fucking Hughes!"
The call fell silent again. Jack's eyes widened. Luke's lips tightened into a thin line.
Quinn was pinching his nose with his eyes snapped shut. His migraines were probably acting up again.
