𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Thirteen

Just friends? I can't ponder that thought as I watch Hanna's sexy ass run towards the coffee hut. My minds in a whirl as me and the boys make our way towards the arena. "She said just friends" I end up blurting out. A sea of laughter bubbles from Sam's throat as he cackles, tripping over his own feet. "You're never just friends with a girl that looks like that" he cackles.

Glaring at him I sling my school bag over my shoulder as we crunch over the soft fallen snow of November. Damien joins in on the laughter and the two assholes continue there cackling as we enter the locker rooms. Ace walks in stride with me shaking his head at our two teammates. Chatter fills the locker room as we get geared up for morning practice. "I banged this smoking hot sophomore at Carly's party this weekend. Blonde hair, nice ass and her rack.. don't get me started" Alex smirks as he ties up his skates.

Sam chuckles as he tapes up his socks. "Aren't you dating Bailey Sanchez?" Nathan asks, combing a hand through his thick brown hair. Alex puts a finger to his lips and mimics shh with a soft laugh. That gets my attention but before I can move Ace is on his feet tackling Alex to the floor. "Captain!" Nathan yells over the grunts and curses from the two brawling hockey players. Nobody moves when Coach Cameron slams the locker room door open and glares daggers at Alex and Ace.

"Get the fuck on your feet ladies and hit the ice!" He barks at the two players. Throwing my helmet on I follow Sam and Nathan onto the ice, only the sound of Coach's scream ripple behind us. Once my feet hit the ice I feel a whole new air hit my face. Being on the ice always calms my nerves no matter what is on my mind in that moment. "I want lines! All of you now! I want to see some hard line skating!" Coach yells from the bench as the rest of our team steps on the ice.

"Good going, Deems. Now we're skating are asses off because your a fuck up" Chance Hilert barks at our Captian as he follows Coaches instructions. Eying Ace I follow behind Chance and skate my legs off. First 15 minutes all you hear is Whistle. Skate. Whistle. "Harder ladies!" Skate. It changes into shooting drills but the same constant hassle from Coach. Whistle. Skate. Whistle. "Pick up the pace!" He yells. Skate. By the time the clock strikes 8:20 we're all crawling are asses off the ice in the direction of the locker rooms.

Pulling my helmet off my head I shake water drops from my dark hair eying the room around me. "I think I tore a muscle" Oliver Weston, one of our D-Men, whines as he slides off his skates. "Awe muffin" Sam growls yanking the tape off his socks and tossing it in the bin. Nathan slides off his boxers and his jock before crawling his ass to the showers. Flexing my bruised shoulder I follow Nathan's lead groaning with relief as the hot water pelts down on my body. I still have fucking classes after this headache. Sighing my eyes meet Sam's as he slides into the shower stall beside me.

"Oliver fucking Weston, whining about pulling a muscle when he's only been on the team for a month. What a bitch" Sam growls. Chuckling I scrub the shampoo through my dark hair. "You don't like any freshman," Nathan laughs beside me. Joining in on the laughter I eye Sam with a twinkle in my eye. "Only freshmen on Sam's agenda are the freshman puck bunnies" Damien cackles as he slides into a shower stall. "Ain't that the truth" I reply with a laugh.

When I feel the harsh cold wind whip against my face as I grin slightly. That cold icy air means snow and the snow means the start of hockey season. Slinging my bag over my shoulder I follow the guys towards campus sighing softly once our feet enter the building. God I hate my classes. Waving goodbye to my friends I head in the direction of creative writing only relaxing when I see a familiar brunette sitting on the top row.

Sliding in the seat next to Hanna and Bailey I smirk before whispering in her ear. "You sure about just friends, you enjoyed my tongue an awful lot last night" I grin at her. Hanna shivers before she glares at me with those bright green eyes. "Just. Friends" she reminds me. Bailey snorts, laughter bubbling from her throat as she watches the two of us. Grinning I open up my laptop and a new document, as I wait for the assignment for the day.

The professor enters as if on command when the clock strikes 9 am. My eyes watch her stance as she eyes all of us. "I want a paper written on all the knowledge you've learned in the last two months. I don't care what part it's about but it better be well written" she calls through the room. I feel my lungs close in on me as I hear the words leave her lips. A fucking paper? I definitely just failed this class. "It isn't due till Wednesday. Please don't forget I don't like it when you rush" she adds. My features relax as I glance over at Hanna. "Don"t worry Saint, we'll go over the paper tonight" she giggles as her finger tips touch the keyboard to her computer. How the fuck does someone type notes that fast.

I tilt my head watching her with confusion covering my features. "Could I steal those from you?" I ask with a soft whisper. Hanna nods, pulling her hands from the laptop before she starts chatting with Bailey. I feel relieved when the loud ring of the bell ripples through the halls indicating the end of class. Shoving all my papers and extra books in my bag I make a beeline for the door practically running out of that class.

"Could you walk any slower" Hanna growls as she runs to catch up with me. I snort out a laugh and continue walking. "I hate that class, I prefer not to stick around and wait for a lecture" I reply as I head into the quad. "Meeting the boys I assume" she says softly. "Well of course I am" I reply with a grin, leaving her standing by Bailey as I head in the direction of a few of my hockey friends standing on the lawn.

"How was creative writing?" Nathan smirks at me. I glare at Sam knowing probably half the damn team knows about what Hanna said this morning. "Awe gee thanks Delgado" I curse under my breath. Nathan grins at me before the words leave his lips. "My sister is throwing a party in honour of our win the other day you boys in?" He asks.

I nod without hesitation. If me and Hanna are just friends then my dick is going to get tired of waiting on her so a party is the perfect thing for us. Damien nods in agreement and Sam claps his hands. "Well obviously Berlin, what else would I be doing?" he replies. We all laugh at Sam's remark before heading in the direction of our next classes.

Besides me of course, my next class isn't for an hour so I wave to my friends before heading towards the arena. Might as well get some practice in while I wait I suppose. Once I snap the buckle to my helmet my feet hit the ice and I feel at home again. Racing across the ice I work on my slap shot.

Sending the puck flying into the boards, the glass and the net with all the power in my arms. A satisfied smile covers my lips as I walk into the locker rooms. Maybe this year is the year we take the frozen four. I smile to myself as I undress. Shoving all my gear into my bag before hitting the showers for the second time this morning.

Once I enter my financial class I still have that rippling grin on my lips as I slide into my seat and wait for the professor to begin his lesson of the day. Knowing we might actually make it this year gives me a whole new world to look at. Skating into finals will only make this year better.

As I write my notes while the professor talks I can't help but wonder why Hanna pushed me away. Did someone say something to her? Is she afraid of me? I know I don't have the best track record but I wouldn't hurt her if I could help it in any way.