Page 17 of Broken Hearts
“I go to school upstate.” He’s eyeing us up, trying to decide if we’re a threat.
“Adam is Ginny’s brother,” Ava tells him, and immediately his expression shifts into something much friendlier.
“Oh, cool. You play hockey, right?” he asks Adam.
“That’s right. We both do.” Adam looks to me, and I nod.
“Really cool.” Trent places a hand on Ava’s thigh.
I get it, buddy. She’s yours. No need to pee on her.
“Well, we were just heading out, but it was good to finally put a face with the name.” He’s super handsy while leading his girl away from us.
Adam slumps into Ava’s empty chair after they exit and hangs his head, laughter spilling from his lips.
“Some wingman you are.” I take the other chair.
“I forgot she had a boyfriend.”
“Convenient.” I lift my near-empty beer bottle when the bartender looks my way, and she grabs me another.
“We’ll find you someone else. It’s early yet.”
The TV grabs my attention again. It’s figure skating, and I think of Sienna. A new skater is taking the ice. She poses, waiting for the music to begin.
“I think I’m good. And besides, I’ve been thinking about asking out Sienna.” Again. Maybe this time without stumbling all over myself.
“The chick you gave a black eye?”
I scratch my nose with my middle finger. “Drink your beer so we can get the hell out of here. I need to study.”
“Whatever you say,lady-killer.”
6
Sienna
Ileave my dorm early Friday morning to get on the ice before anyone else.
“Didn’t your coach tell you not to be on the ice by yourself? Also, you really shouldn’t be walking in the dark across campus.” Elias’s brows pinch together on the screen of my phone.
“I cleared it with Coach, and that’s why I’m talking to you.”
“What exactly do you think I’m going to do if someone attacks you? Yell at them to please stop?”
“No, dummy. Hang up and call the police.”
He chuckles. It’s three hours later in Toronto, and Elias is already at the rink where he skates with his pairs partner Taylor.
“So, any plans tonight or are you spending another Friday night watching documentaries on serial killers.” He shivers.
“If you don’t like them, don’t watch them.”
“You misled me. You were all‘This one isn’t that bad. You’ll be fine. It’s a great date night film’.”He shoots me a glare. “That chick ghosted me after I woke up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder.”
Laughing, I swipe my card against the door reader and let myself in the arena. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you later.”
“No. Don’t call me later. Go out and have fun. One of us has to.”
