Page 86 of Pucking Matt
“Fuck, I don’t know.”
I mutter, “Well, fucking think.”
Grey’s watching me closely. “Maybe two days ago.”
“Two days ago?” I shout.
I step closer, knowing that if he says anything out of line, I’m allowed to keep him in check. But a big part of me knows that it’s not Grey who deserves my shitty attitude. But I’m pissed off he knows more about my mom’s business than me. Especially when all he ever calls me is a mommy’s boy.
I shake my head. “What did she get from your dad?”
“Not much. I think like twenty grand.”
I take a step back, blowing out hot air.
“Do you know she’s getting married?” he asks.
Now my eyes flick to his. I didn’t know her elopement was a public announcement. That gives away my answer. After everything, Grey and I know each other pretty well. It doesn’t matter how much I dislike the guy, living with someone for years means you tend to know their many expressions and what makes them tick.
“Yeah,” Grey says. “She knows how to find them.”
I step closer to his face. “If you want to talk shit about my mom–”
“Whoa, guys,” Crew says, skating over and pushing me back. “If this about Maddie–”
“It’s not about Maddie,” I scoff. I point at Grey. “You may have never liked my mom, but she was there for you just like your dad was there for me, so some fucking respect would be nice.”
Grey glares at me. “You know she’s getting married then?”
“Yeah, of course I know.”
“But you don’t know about the other shit,” he asks.
I death glare him and shake my head. “No. I didn’t know your dad had anything to take.”
Grey laughs. He sticks out his hand. “No longer stepbrothers, motherfucker.”
I stare at his hand for a long moment and then I take it. “It was a fun run, brother. Glad it’s over.”
Grey scoffs, relieved. “I’m fucking cutting you in line to get my slapshot in first.”
I shake my head. “Fuck you, you’re not. I need to blow off some steam.”
The guys are looking back and forth at us, waiting for a fight to break out.
Grey stops and says, “Fuck you too. Fine, go ahead,hockey prince.”
That’s a nickname my mom used to call me, so I say, “Kiss my fucking ass, Grey.”
I get myself in the correct position, pissed off that my mom didn’t tell me about the divorce not being finalized. I know exactly what she’s going to say too. She’s going to play it off like they were mentally divorced, so it doesn’t matter if the courts take a while after to finalize it. I grip the hockey stick harder and take a hard swing. A swing hard enough for me to feel the muscles in my shoulders pull. I send the puck flying across the rink.
I turn around, glancing at Grey. “Bet you can’t fucking beat that.” Then I glance around at all the guys. “I dare any of you to do what I just did.”
Harvey grabs my shoulders. “Angry Matt always gives a mad slapshot.”
“Yeah, well, your mom is probably too nice to you.”
Harvey playfully scoffs. “Don’t talk about my mom.”
