The Hockey Boy

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

TY

November 14

"Ty, are you okay?" asked Cal at hockey practice. "You haven't been yourself this whole week since we met Easton. Is something wrong?" Cal was right, I hadn't been myself this whole week. I was doing terrible at practice, and everyone was noticing it. It was a good thing that our first game wasn't for another six days.

"I don't know, Cal. He just makes me so mad. How come people so selfish and arrogant like him get to make millions each year? It just isn't fair."

"You can't stop thinking about him, can you?"

"No, I can't," I admitted. "I can't get his, fine, I'll admit it, gorgeous looks out of my head. His short, dark hair, his ocean blue eyes, his dazzling white smile-"

"Okay, Ty, I get it. He's good looking," deadpanned Cal. Even though I hung out with guys all the time, I knew they weren't into those kinds of details.

"Cal, you aren't jealous, are you?"

"Ew, Ty, no," he laughed.

"Don't worry, Cal, you're cute too. I'm sure girls love your blond hair and green eyes. You're pretty tall, too," I added.

"Ty, two things. First, never call me cute again. It's weird because you're like my sister and it makes me uncomfortable. Two, you're two inches taller than me, so I'm not that tall," he said skeptically.

"So, 5'11" isn't too bad," I said.

"I'm under six foot and girls hate that," he groused.

"Cal, most girls don't care about that, believe me," I said.

"Hey, would it be okay with you if I dated Molly?" Cal asked, changing the subject.

"Why do you think you need to ask me?" I asked.

"Oh come on, Ty, we all know you have a major crush on me," teased Cal.

"Yes, I do, Cal, and I would be heartbroken if you dated Molly," I replied sarcastically. "Even though you literally just told me I wasn't allowed to call you cute because it was gross."

"Damn, and I thought she was really cute," said Cal, pretending to be disappointed.

"Cal, it would be fine if you and Molly dated. I've actually been waiting forever for you two to get together," I admitted.

"Really? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to rush you into things. You're a boy, and boys need to figure things out on their own sometimes. I think Molly's a really nice girl. She's one of my best girl friends, not that I have too many of those, and she's on the hockey team. That's definitely a plus."

"I'm glad you're okay with it. I wouldn't want my best friend to hate my girlfriend, if it does turn into that," said Cal. "Molly's really, really cute, too, don't you think?"

"Cal, I'm a girl, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I sometimes forget that," Cal joked and I punched him in the arm. "But seriously, what are you going to do about the whole Easton thing?"

"I don't know. I think I'm distracted because I feel bad about hitting him," I said.

"You actually feel bad?" Cal said, amazed. "I thought you said he got what he deserved."

"No, you said he got what he deserved, but I did agree."

"How about after practice we Google him and see if he has an event or something," suggested Cal.