Page 5 of Pucking Grey

“You got this.” She nods, hugging me from the side. “Now let’s get wasted, have some fun, and dance.”

I hug her back. “I love you. Thank you.”

I don’t care if I’m letting her talk me into going out while I’m emotionally distressed. A part of me wants to go out and see Matt. If he’s still going out, then so am I.

Chapter 2

“The ice needs the Zamboni,” Wyatt calls out while we’re doing drills. I pass the puck to Matt and he aims for the goal. Our goaltender, Ace, is quicker than him. The puck skids to the right, blocking the goal. And that’s the end of practice.

Wyatt calls out to Matt, “Scoring off the ice is getting to you. Ruining your game.”

Matt laughs, skating to Wyatt. “Shit, man. I’m scoring on and off the ice.” The cockiness in his voice is always present. I mind my own business as I head off to the locker room. But they continue the talk while we’re fucking changing. The entire team has their attention on Matt, so I must be missing something. I only get a whiff that Matt fucked some chick.

I don’t give a fuck about Matthew Pearson. Or what he does. Who he fucks. Who he doesn’t. I don’t give a shit about the guy. I don’t want to be associated with him in any way. Fuck, the only reason I would care is for this hockey team. But that’s the end of it.

My dad married his mom five years ago, and then he divorced her two years ago. I’m only at this college on this team because of his mom, and Matt knows it. We keep our distance, giving each other the space we need. Being stepbrothers who competed for the same position on the hockey team hasn’t run well ever since our parents got together. Our hockey practice is where they met. Throwing punches with each other is what made them divorce.

I’m the first to leave the auditorium because the team is stuck on the details of where Matt’s dick has been. I stopped caring a long time ago about what Matt says or does. He’s dead to me until we’re in the rink. But off the rink, he’s nonexistent.

So, that’s why, when the girlfriend he cheated on asked me if I was going to the party tonight, I didn’t respond. Without telling her, I was already planning to go.

It’s a quick drive home off campus. And I’m starving, so I make myself a bean burrito. Ace, the goaltender, walks into the house shortly after.

“Grey, wake me up before you head to the party,” Ace says as he walks down the hall. I glance over my shoulder at him.

“Yeah,” I say while swiping on this dating app. I swear half of these chicks are really good at taking selfies. They show up on a date unrecognizable. I still fuck them, but it makes more sense to cum to their photos instead.

Another roommate, Knox, walks into the house shortly after. He throws his shit on the living room floor.

“Grey, what was that chick talking to you about?” Knox asks, rounding the dining room table and sitting at the bar of the kitchen.

“What chick?” I ask, chowing down the dinner I finished making.

“Matt’s fucking chick. The one with the nice ass.”

“You Matt’s little reporter,” I respond.

He leans back in the chair, chilling. He knocks on the counter and says, “No, man. Did you see the porn he made?”

I chuckle, recalling the video that Madison showed me. “Matt made a porno.”

He leans forward now with a smirk on his face. “With that super hot bitch, even nicer ass.”

“Get the fuck outta here with that, Knox,” I scoff.

Knox laughs, throwing his hands in the air. “Ay, you didn’t watch it.”

“I’m not gonna fucking watch it. What the fuck’s wrong with you.”

Knox slaps the counter as I walk down the hall. He shouts, “Don’t fucking act like you don’t watch porn!”

I slam my bedroom door shut, pacing my room as I scarf down dinner. I don’t care to witness Matt’s love life unfold at this fucking party. I don’t want to deal with it. Fuck it. I’m not going.

When the night comes, Ace opens my door and wakes me up from a nap.

“Nah, I’m not going,” I say, crossing my arms.

“You gotta come,” Ace demands.

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