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“But that doesn’t explain anything,” I think out loud, “about what the hell she is doing here.”
“I know, babe,” Bren breathes loudly into the phone. “There’s only one person who has those answers for you.”
The room falls silent. I know I have to talk to Raven, but I have zero desire to be in the same room as the girl let alone have a conversation.
“You can do hard things, Laur,” Bren's static-riddled voice breaks the silence. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I love you and I’m here for you."
“Thank you, love you too, Brennie Bean.” I let out an exhausted sigh. “I’ll text or call you later this week.”
“You better,” Bren demands. “I want an update on all this drama.”
“I will.” Hitting the end call button, the room goes quiet again and stillness settles in.
“Do you want to talk more about it?” Libby asks as she grabs her phone.
Shaking my head, I stare into my tea. “I think I just want to be alone for a little while."
“If you need me, I’m here,“ Libby reassures me, “whether you need me to help you get information, need a shoulder to cry on, or someone to punch her in the face. I’m here.”
“No,” I spit out quickly. “No more fighting.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Libby jokes with a giggle. "Tyler has done enough recently. I'll wait at least a week.”
A small chuckle flutters out of me. “Terrible joke.”
“Great joke,” Libby argues. “But Lucas worships the ground you walk on, Laur. You have nothing to worry about there.”
“I know,” I reply. And I do. I'm not worried about Lucas wanting her but that doesn’t mean I want to spend almost every day with his ex-girlfriend.
Libby shuffles upstairs and to her room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Lucas told me last year that they broke up because she hated how much he put hockey first. Her joining the program to support the Wyverns makes no sense.
There’s a lot to uncover but I’m determined to know every single detail of why Raven Matthews, or I guess Raven Harrington, is here.
Chapter thirty-five
Lucas
Seeing my ex-girlfriend at the start of my hockey practice with my current girlfriend feels like a fever dream. Why is she here and why did she join the PR and marketing team to support MY freaking hockey team? She has to be playing games.
I know the dream is a reality as soon as she comes into the arena again. Her green eyes lock with mine the second I open the door, but I instantly look away as disbelief and frustration fill me.
Blowing off steam on the ice after practice was supposed to take my mind off this bizarre situation, not put me smack dab in the middle of it.
“Luc, I’m sorry—” Raven starts. I instantly cut her off.
“Honestly, I don’t give a fuck Raven,” I snap at her. Those eyes I used to see my future in turn a deep emerald, sorrow painted on her face.
Each stomp of my foot is louder than the one before as I storm off, hoping she’ll leave.
“I . . .” She starts again, her voice cracking on the single word as she trails behind me
My racing heartbeat pulses in my ears. This girl means nothing to me anymore, but that doesn’t mean I want her around.
I spin on my heels, facing her. Before she can continue, the words spill out of me like a leaky faucet.
“I’m serious, Raven. I don’t care.” My lungs fill with a deep, calming breath, trying to keep my head level and not let the rage from how she hurt me take over. “I don’t know what you’re doing here, butdon’t make Laur regret giving you a spot on her team. If I were her, I would’ve already kicked you off of it.”
Her emerald eyes find mine empty ones. I stare deep into them, not breaking eye contact. She knows that I mean every word that comes next. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I already have a lot of stress going on in my life. I don’t need you to add to it because of some petty shit.”
