Slapshots {BOYXBOY}✔

Chapter Twenty-Eight {Broken Egg}

I faked left and shot the puck to Jorden Blane who was waiting by the net, but before he could skate with it Dovana from the opposing team stole it and started back up the ice. Quickly, I turned my heels and rushed after him, the stands full of people becoming a blur as my feet moved to follow the puck, that had now changed sticks twice and was getting to close to our net. We were lucky the team had a quick defense, Jon Fredrick and Caleb Rem were intercepting the puck in no time and shooting it clear down the ice, where it again ended up on my stick. Everyone was quick to follow, but I was quicker. I looked up at the timer,

15

14

13

I staked harder, fasted, dodging their defense, my body going left, then right.

6

5

4

I shot the puck, and stopped, frozen as I watched it soar towards the net, Dkave went to dodge it, but it hit the upper net, just skimming his glove and hit the inside of the net. Just as the buzzer went for a goal, the period ended. I let out a deep breath of air as the rest of my teammates came rushing over, a lot nudging me in the head as they cheered. And I cheered with them. Laughing along with them as we won our final game of the month. We would get a two-week break before we had another game in Ontario. But we won, a score of 6-3.

"We're going for beers!" Someone cheered from beside me. "And the coach is paying!" With that everyone let out another round of cheers, but you could almost not hear it over the sound of the crowd in the busy stadium.

I couldn't help the smile on my face as I skated off the ice and into the large tunnel that held our changing room.

This, this was great.

After the bar I had passed out, I couldn't really remember everything that had happened. All I know is that I ended up back in the hotel room, with Jorden passed out on the bed beside me. His snoring was loud, but frankly, everything about Jorden was loud. He was a skinny dude, 150 pounds soaking wet, black hair, brown skin, and dark eyes. He was a great guy. He wasn't Liam. But Liam was married now with a kid on the way, so he wouldn't go to the club with me anymore. Or I'm sure he would have if I wasn't on the other side of the country. His hockey career ending when high school ended.

After high school I got a hockey scholarship, I studied for a bit but made it into the NHL two seasons after graduation. And have been on the Calgary hockey team ever since. It was a wild ride being on a major hockey team by the age of twenty. But it was something that I had wanted. Something that I had needed.

After Henry had dropped me off that night at the arena, I hadn't seen him. He moved away, avoided my phone calls. Eventually, I gave up. I stopped calling, stop texting. Stopped caring.

Or I liked to tell myself I stopped caring. But how can you stop caring when someone had you hooked so tight? How could he move on so easily?

I stalked his Instagram on the regular. Always checking to see how he was doing. He made it big, followed in his dads' footsteps, becoming a screenwriter for TV shows and movies.

He had the life, the cars, the money, the girls.

The girls.

The girl.

Tasha Majority was Henry's new fling. She was hooked onto his arm in every Instagram story, her face was in a bunch of his posts.

Was I jealous?

Heck yes.

She was who I wanted to be. She was what he curled up with at the end of the night. She was everything I wasn't.

I guess it was wrong for me to assume Henry was gay all those years ago. I guess he was bisexual now, or pan, or something. There was nothing on Wiki about his sexuality.

I didn't know what I was. I wouldn't tell anyone that I was gay. But I was almost sure I was. I didn't look twice at women. They did nothing for me. I experimented a lot in college. Mostly with men, a girl here and there. But it was mostly men. I was lucky though, none of them have outed me. That I was thankful for.

I turned over onto my side, yawning and stretching out before I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. Groaning I bit my lip realizing it was only on 5% and I had about sixty notifications. I sat up and made my way to the shower, freshening up and walking out of the hotel rooms bathroom with a towel around my waist, just to see Jorden still sleeping, head on the pillow and a puddle of drool following it.

He looked comfy.

I let my phone charge while I was in the shower and was quick to check it when I came out. The first thing that came up was a text from my mom asking how I was, next was emails about our teams wins, interviews, a charity masquerade ball for children in need, and a food bank drive in Calgary that they wanted the team to join in.

I replied to a few before tapping Jorden in the head. "Jord. Wake up Molly is here." I smirked, pushing my wet hair from my face.

Jorden jumped up in a heartbeat, kicking the big duvet off of him to reveal he was in a pair of kissing lips boxer shorts and nothing else. His tanned skin almost shined as the morning sun bounced off of it. He had a tribal tattoo that traveled down his bicep to his elbow in thick dark ink that wrapped around his arm.

He ran to the door and opened it to an empty hallway looking up and down before turning to me with a scowl on his face. I couldn't help but burst out laughing when he slammed the door shut and calmly walked to the mini fridge, opening it and grabbing an egg, aiming it for my head. But I was quicker than that and dodged it as I laughed harder. The egg broke on the nearby wall and the goo slowly ran down the wall.

I got dressed while Jorden grumbled and slammed the bathroom door, taking a needed shower. Once he was out and we were both dressed, we made our way down to the lobby where a good chunk of the team was sitting around in the restaurant eating brunch. Some of the players had girls sitting next to them that I've never seen before, and will likely never see again.

When my career first started I was taken by surprise at the number of groupies hockey players had. But I had gotten used to it now that I was in my second season.

I had never hooked up with anyone as a player. Now that I was an NHL player the stakes were higher and hooking up with a guy would kill my career, I was sure I wasn't the only player in the closet. But there was a reason we hid. We had some fans that were very stuck in their ways, and to lose a big group of fans, and some sponsors, maybe even our team members.

It would kill anyone's career.

So I would stay in the closet. Just like Henry wanted.

A/N: A crappy made an Instagram page of Henry... lol I tried my best. You get the gist ♡