Page 12 of Pucking Matt
I nod, appreciating his loyalty. “As if I'd let that bother me.”
Harvey laughs, but then his expression turns mischievous. “Speaking of being bothered, what about that Grind Stone girl, huh?”
My eyes snap to his, narrowing slightly. “What about her?”
“Bro,” Harvey chuckles, his eyes dancing with amusement. “You threw a fucking raisin at her.”
Crew cocks his head to me. “A raisin?”
“It's nothing,” I growl, suddenly feeling defensive. I don't need these idiots psychoanalyzing my every move.
Harvey whacks my ass with his hockey stick. “It's not nothing. She hates you.”
I roll my eyes, trying to play it cool. “That's why there was a raisin in my sandwich,” I agree. “And I needed to return it.”
Crew's eyebrows shoot up. “Another hit it and quit it?”
I scoff, wishing that could be it. “No. Can we fucking focus on hockey? I need to stop wasting my time on dumb shit.”
“Fine, dibs,” Harvey says, a sly grin spreading across his face.
I bark out a laugh, the sound echoing off the rink walls. “Dibs?”
“Yeah,” he says. “Grind Stone girl is mine then. I’m calling dibs.”
I scoff. “Good fucking luck."
He shrugs at Crew. “She's cute.”
“Yeah, yeah, you probably should keep your distance from that one,” I mutter, skating away with the puck.
Crew adds, “I need to meet this girl. If she hates Matt, then we have something in common.”
I flip him off and then fly the puck at his face.
“Hey!” Crew snaps, and I laugh.
“Relax,hater,” I mutter, knowing that he’s just fucking with me.
Crew chases the puck, and I’m stoked he’s getting competitive. Just what I need.
Harvey sends the puck flying my way, and I intercept it smoothly. Crew tries to steal it, playing monkey in the middle,but I'm too quick. I weave around him, my skates carving paths in the ice.
Just as I'm about to make a shot, I hear my name being called. It's a female voice, cutting through the silence of the rink. There's only one person it could be, and I feel my mood instantly sour.
Michelle Swift.
We ignore her at first, continuing our game. I'm determined not to let her interrupt this. I need this practice, need to prove to myself and everyone else that I can get over my personal life bullshit.
But Michelle's persistent. She starts clapping when Crew makes a shot into the net, the sound grating on my nerves.
Fuck.
Harvey nods towards her, a knowing look in his eyes. These two know exactly what's going on with me and this girl. She really can't leave me alone, and it's starting to piss me off.
I skate over, unable to hide my annoyance. Michelle's standing there with that smile on her face, the one that says she thinks she's got me all figured out. She loves the fact that I'm a hockey player, probably thinks it makes her special or something. My ego might've been raised a few notches when we first started hooking up, but now? My dick fucking shrivels at the sight of her. Jesus Christ.
“Hey, I was looking for you after practice,” she says.
