Page 9 of Slap Shot at a Second Chance

Perhaps, I should’ve asked Brian about Avery. What made her tick, what she liked and ways I could possibly win her but he would snap my head off. Maybe I jumped the gun by assuming she was married, but I did try to ask her about it and she said calling her by her name was okay enough.

I took my phone from the desk and swiped up the screen heading for social media. That was the easiest place to find whatever answers one needed. I pressed on the search bar andtypedAvery Sinclair, hoping and praying she had a social media account.

I scrolled through all the profiles that popped up and sighed, none of them belonged to her and it was annoying.What young woman didn’t have social media these days?

Clearing the search bar, I wrote Brian’s name and hopefully, if he loved his younger sister, he would have posted her on his social media page.

Geez, Brian had way too many posts, but I was willing to go through them just to make sure I didn’t miss anything. Entering his pictures, I realized my best friend was one of those people who posted waytoomany pictures of themselves half-naked and the likes were way too many.

Soon enough I found myself going through the comments underneath his posts and women were thirsty! And it seemed I wasn’t the only one who went through the comments, so many“liked by _sinclair.Cbrian”were there on almost all of the comments that talked about how hot he was and how they wouldn’t mind him leaving them pregnant and wouldn’t care for child support.

Yeah right, that’s what they all say until it happened and they would be a screaming door at your front door.

Also, my best friend was really invested in himself, why in the world would he put the‘’C’’as part of his social media handle? He really loved being captain and I honestly didn’t blame him; it suited him.

However, after spending so much of my time going throughC’saccount, my efforts were futile. There wasn’t one picture of Avery, but he had a few pictures of him with his younger cousin.

Deciding to approach the source instead of wasting my time on social media, I got up from my favorite lounger that I had to beg my former captain to give me because it was so comfortable and really fit the aesthetic of my place more than it did his, I headed to work.

Luckily for us, there wasn’t any practice today and I could’ve kissed both the coach and Brian for being so loving and kind to us. I was used to practice and sore muscles weren’t anything foreign to me, but my God! I hated going to practice every single day, it was vexing.

As much as I loved spending time with the boys, and loved to see Avery walk up and down those halls, my lounger had all of me and I was addicted to just lying there and doing absolutely nothing.

There’s a certain bliss and satisfaction in doing nothing.

And because Brian knew I favored doing nothing, he forced me to come to practice because there was always room for improvement. Sure, butnothingalso had room for improvement and I wanted to master that skill one day; just to sit on my lounger and stare blankly at the landscape in front of me and think about absolutely nothing. I wasn’t successful as of yet because I always had something to think of and I was tired of thinking.

It took too much of my energy.

When I got to the building, I greeted the security guard and receptionist as I walked toward the elevator. I hoped today I would be able to talk to Avery without stepping on her toes and pissing her off like last time.

Even though I found it hot, it also kind of hurt for her to dismiss me like that.

I mean, it was more like rejection and my pride and ego could not handle that well at all. That was why I spent the day going through my best friend’s social media like a creep trying to find anything on Avery to satiate my longing to be with her.

Excuse me for already being so interested just after a few weeks, but I swear the girl had already managed to have me in a chokehold and I wanted her.My God how much I wanted her!I could write poetry about how I longed for her more than I longed for my next breath, but that would sound ridiculous.

I just wanted the girl and she was giving me a hard time. Maybe I had fallen off my game in the past few months, I wasn’t really chasing after skirts like I used to, but I just wanted a pause to the busy and always busy lifestyle. I wanted some peace right before the nationals and I had it.

Until Avery came, and now all I wanted was her. I didn’t care if it would turn my world upside down. I hoped it would, at least then I would know she was in my life.

When I got to her floor, I took a deep breath in and walked over to her office. The mistake I made last time was leaning in close to her and speaking in thatgodforsakendeep voice that really worked for me so many times in the past.

Avery did not like that and I was embarrassed. Her glare took me by surprise and her cold tone splashed cold water over me. How could she find that resistible? In what way was Iresistible?

I knocked on her door and checked through the blurred glass if she was in her office. After hearing no response, I pushed open the door and looked around, her jacket was hung around herchair and I noticed her laptop bag was on the couch which meant she was here.

I felt kind of bummed out that she wasn’t in her office, but who didn’t like searching for the person they were delusional about? I skipped down the hall to look for her in the solitude area. Maybe my girl just needed a breather from her work? And once again she wasn’t in there.

Where could my girl be?

I stood in front of the solitude room and thought about all the possible places she could be. It seemed like she loved taking pictures so maybe she could be in the garden. It was a pretty amazing garden, but it was always full of people.

There was the game room if anyone ever got bored, but I doubted she was there. She loved her work judging from the passionate insult I got from her the other day.The library perhaps?

Fuck it, I’ll just look for her throughout the entire building.I ruled out the garden and took the stairs down to the second floor, that was where all the fun recreational purpose rooms were, including the communal space.

I walked into the communal space, the first one out of the long list of rooms I would possibly have to visit and God answered my prayers! There was my girl, sitting alone enjoying a cup of coffee as she scrolled through her phone.

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