Page 10 of Broken Hearts
“I was chasing a loose puck. I was trying to keep it from hitting her.”
“In this case, I think the puck would have done less damage.
“No fucking kidding.” I sigh. “And what do you mean Sienna of all people? I was feeling pretty fortunate I took down a tough chick with no heart. She didn’t even cry. I cannot take another girl crying on me today.”
Mav swivels around, and his jaw hangs open.
“What?” I look from him to Adam. The latter shrugs.
“You don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“I don’t know how anyone can put their foot in their mouth so well without even knowing what he’s doing.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“First of all, she has a heart. She’s one of the nicest, most down-to-earth girls I’ve ever met.”
“And secondly?”
“Sienna has a rare heart condition. I don’t know all the details, but I think it’s pretty serious.”
An uneasy feeling washes over me. “How do you know all this?”
“We chat during yoga. Her heart stops, or she faints, or both, maybe. It happened at one of her competitions last year.”
“Ooooh.” Adam shakes a finger at him. “I heard about that. She has long QT.” He whips around to stare at me with wide eyes. “You took out a girl with a bad heart?”
“You could have killed her,” Mav says. “No heart.” He huffs.
My stomach drops. Holy shit. I don’t know what long QT is but it doesn’t sound good. “How the hell was I supposed to know? And it isn’t like I did it on purpose. It was an accident.”
We pull up to the apartment and Mav jumps out. “I was just giving you shit on that last thing. I don’t think you would have killed her, but it does seem very appropriate, considering your track record today.”
Fuck my life.
* * *
“Hey,”Heath says as I walk out of my room Monday morning. His eyes are barely open as he chugs a protein drink. His girlfriend, Ginny, sits on a stool next to him with her head on the counter.
“‘Morning,” she says.
I tug the end of her braid as I go by. Ginny is Adam’s little sister, and since he and I’ve been rooming together for the past four years, Ginny’s like a kid sister to me.
Adam appears next, slinking out of his room and shutting the door quietly behind him. Reagan stayed over last night, as she generally does now. Both my roommates are in serious relationships, which is bizarre since I was the only one in a serious relationship until a few months ago. Now I’m dodging phone calls from my ex and blundering my way through being single. Life is weird.
He grunts something that might be good morning as he heads to the kitchen to make oatmeal. I’m too tired to even think about eating. The sun isn’t up yet, and we have a skills practice in thirty minutes.
I’m not complaining. I’m stoked we get to play hockey another week, but two days of celebrating looks like it’s taken its toll on all of us.
My stomach growls. Obviously, it doesn’t have the same issue with the time that I do. I’m grabbing orange juice from the fridge when Maverick walks through the front door.
“Goooood morning,” he calls, sounding way more chipper than the rest of us. When I turn around, he laughs. “Nice shiner. You and Sienna match. Adorable.”
I’m too tired to come up with a witty comeback. But it’s a new day. And today can’t possibly be any worse than yesterday.
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