Slapshot

Chapter 3: Married to Hockey

Jonathan's POV

I groan as I hear my phone go off. What time was it? It was too early for anyone to be calling.

I checked the caller I.D, it was an unknown number. "Hello?" I say, my voice surely groggy this early in the morning.

"Hi." I hear a girl say on the other end.

"Who is this?" I ask.

"Taylor." She says.

"How the hell'd you get my number?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.

"I'm council president, I have access to everyone's number." She says, and I roll my eyes.

"What do you want?" I ask with a groan. I just wanted to go back to bed.

"That's not the way to be treating your new teammate, is it, oh Captain?" She asks sweetly.

"Don't fucking test me Taylor, not this early in the morning." I say, putting my pillow over my head.

"You swear now too?" She asks.

"Only when I'm angry or drunk. Why are you calling at nine on a Saturday?"

"I need something from you." She says, and I roll my eyes.

"Whatever it is, I really don't care." I mumble.

"Don't make me have to send a recording of this phone call to Coach Jamie. You don't want that, do you?" She says.

My eyes widen. "What did I just say, Taylor?" I ask, angered at her tone. "What the hell do you need?" I say with a sigh.

"I need to go to the mall, I need equipment." She says.

"You're joking, right?" I chuckle. "Why don't you get one of the two girls to help you? I'm trying to sleep."

"Because, Jonathan. Coach wants you to help me. I can be at your house ready in thirty minutes?" She suggests.

"Okay, fine. Whatever." I sigh, having to give in. I tell her my address, adding that we better be quick.

"You were a lot nicer to me on the ice." She says.

"That's before I remembered that I hate you." I mutter, standing up from bed.

"Hate's a strong word, Jonathan." She says quietly. Maybe I finally hurt her feelings.

"You seem like a strong enough girl." I say. "I'm gonna get ready." I hang up the phone, adding her contact into my list. I take a quick shower to wake myself up, heading downstairs to eat some breakfast.

"You're up early." Cathy grins when she sees me.

"So are you." I comment.

"I have hockey practice. Your turn."

"I'm going somewhere. Hockey stuff." I say. I pop a slice of bread in the toaster, spreading some strawberry jam over top. I eat it, brushing my teeth when I'm done. While I'm in the bathroom, the doorbell rings. Shit. Why didn't she just text me when she got here?

To my own worst nightmare, I get downstairs, seeing Cathy talking to Taylor at the door.

"Why lie about doing hockey stuff? You could've told me you were going out with a girl." Cathy says with a smirk. Taylor waves at me.

"Not going out. I just have to do some hockey stuff. She's on my team." I say, pushing past Cathy and leaving, shutting the door behind Taylor.

"She's cute." Taylor says.

"That's my sister." I reply.

"She doesn't go to our school, right?" Taylor asks.