Page 85 of Pucking Matt
Dylan says, “But you’re the star of the account.”
That makes me laugh. “Fucking give somebody else a time to shine.”
Dylan shakes his head. “I bet the fans are still going to be asking for you.”
Dylan walks over to Ace and Knox and starts coaching them on what to do. Dylan starts filming them and then he comes over to me.
“Your turn.”
I already know the drill, so I stand tall and tilt my head back just a little. I’m taller than Dylan, so I’m giving the illusion that I’m looking down at the camera. I’m scowling as I wipe my lip.
Dylan laughs, keeping the video on. “You bastard! That’s why the girls go crazy over you. Look at this shit.”
He watches it back with his hyena laugh as I head to my locker.
“If you got it, flaunt it.” I laugh.
Dylan is laughing his head off at my on-camera seduction. Yeah, he’s definitely doing it for his ego. He asks Crew to film him next, and then he videotapes Harvey and Crew and then Thatcher and Gorki.
When we step onto the ice, Dylan is filming with his damn phone. And he’s recruited Harvey to join in. I glide past them as Dylan calls out, “There he is. Look at those buns, ladies.”
I flip him off as he laughs. Practice starts off smoothly. Everything I needed to improve on is being smashed. I’m killing it. Reverting back to my pre-Maddie-drama ways is all the ego boost I need. Now I just have to get through this elopement bullshit with my mom, and hopefully, I can have a mental offload by having Amber there. Two birds, one stone.
By the time practice ends, Harvey asks if I want to stay behind to run some drills. He wants to improve on his slapshot, so I agree.
“Room for one more?” Grey asks, ignoring me.
Harv and Crew glance at me.
Dylan shrugs. “If you wanna be a part of the videos, then yeah.”
Grey says, “I’ll just be in the background.”
He skates past me as I hold my head up high. Pretending he’s not around is something I’m used to doing, so this shouldn’t be any different.
We line up in a single file line as each of us practices our slapshot across the rink. We’re hollering advice to each other when Grey waits behind me.
“Mom and dad finally finalized the divorce, so there should be no more catching them fucking,” Grey says.
I turn around to glance at him. “What?”
“Yeah, they won’t be fooling around anymore.”
“No,” I halt, facing him. “What the hell did you just say?”
“Watch your fucking tone, Matt.”
I shake my head, leaning in closer to him. “No, did you just say that they’re still married?”
Realization dawns on his face. “Shit, you didn’t know?”
“Matt, it’s your turn,” Harvey hollers.
“I’m fucking talking,” I call out. “How long have you known?”
“What? I’ve known since the beginning. They couldn’t come to an agreement. Your mom’s trying to take all kinds of shit from my dad. They had lawyers and all.”
I wipe my face, tasting the betrayal in my mouth. “When did it get finalized?”
