For the Love of... Hockey?

Chapter 4.

I stayed like that for about a minute or so, before I heard an awkward cough from behind me. Snapping my head up, I tried to look as casual as possible... but then I met the beautiful green orbs that belonged to Jesse.

The thought of causualty went right out the window, along with normal body functions. Breathe. I smiled sheepishly. "Hi."

He manuevered around me quickly and placed his dishes in the sink. When he pulled back, his arm lightly brushed against my own. Shocks of electricity bounded through my body. I could feel myself almost beg, plead for more of his touch. I quickly clamped my mouth shut with such force that I wouldn't be surprised if I broke some teeth.

I studied his posture and noted that he still displayed signs of anger. I didn't know what to do, so I stood there awkwardly. His hand went up to his forehead and brushed the straggles of hair from his face, causing my heart to pound in my ears.

Every little move he made was hypnotizing. It was as if I couldn't look away; I was trapped. Trapped in a universe with only Jesse and I.

What was happening to me?

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- Jesse's POV: -

I knew Hanson was scared. I could see it. I could feel it.

Being a defenseman from the time I was three until now, at the age of 18, I had my fair share of altercations. Which, in turn, taught me a sixth sense... or so my dad called it. I could sense fear from a mile away.

Normally, I fed off of other's fear - I thrived off it. It gave me advantages.

But Hanson. Hanson's fear made me angry. It made me upset. It made me want to take her in my arms and protect her with every fiber of my being. She shouldn't be scared. She should never feel scared.

Chase. I have never wanted to kill someone, let alone the fact that he's my teammate, so badly. No mercy would be given if he drives me to it.

Replaying the event from earlier nauseated me, but it was all I could think about. I couldn't decide whether I should tell Cyrus or not. If I kept my mouth shut, he was more than likely to do it again.

And what happens if I'm not there to help her?

I pushed that thought out of my head and shuddered. I couldn't bare the thought of Chase laying a finger on her. Hell, the way he looks at her, with that grusome hunger is enough to send me over the edge.

Hanson wouldn't stand a chance against Chase.

I took my hand away from my hair and sighed audibly, causing her to jump a little. It was as if she didn't expect me to speak. "Look," I began. "We're all spending the night here tonight. Try to avoid him. If Chase gives you a rough time, just come and tell me. Okay?"

Appreciation filled her eyes. She nodded and licked her lips thoughtfully. That small movement drove me insane in ways you wouldn't even begin to imagine.

What was happening to me?

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- Hanna's POV: -

That night, while some of the guys were huddled around the xbox, a small group and I were playing Pictionary. Now, let me tell you, Pictionary with a bunch of half-drunk hockey players is definitely something everyone should do at least once in their life.

It was hilarious.

Jack had drawn what was supposed to be a water gun, but ended up looking like...well, an ejaculating penis. It was quite the site. Then, once the penis factor was brought up, the entire team started to play the "penis game".