I’ve been an absolute mess. She drives me absolutely mad, always fucking defying everything I ask of her. For once, can she just go, and do as she’s told?
But then I remembered, what’s the fun in that? We wouldn’t be who we
were without the need to agitate each other.
This hockey game tonight was very important for me. We were finally celebrating my collective 400 goals collected throughout my life.
And I was going to reveal which team I was planning on committing to. I wanted everyone to be there, my whole family was coming, not including my mother of course. All of my friends were going, and I knew the whole school was going.
I wanted her there. I shouldn’t care, but I do. I want her by my side for all of my life goals. Literally.
“Earth to Grayson?”
I look up with an annoyed scowl, “Can you cool it? My head is fucking pounding.” Liam smiles as he scores another goal.
“What’s up with you?” Chris skates over to me. Liam laughs, “Got into another fight with your girl?”
Neil skates over as well leaning on his stick, “You know, a girl shouldn’t be clouding your brain this much, it’s like she’s all you ever think about.”
“No, she’s not.” I skate by them as Liam passes me the puck.
“It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.” He urged me to play with the puck.
“Figure out what, exactly?” I muttered I could feel my veins pump as they drill stupid sentences to my head.
“Just put us all out of our misery and admit you are starting to…” Chris smiles, putting out his hand for Neil to grab, twirling him around like a figure skate dancer.
“… I am not! We are not.” I exhale, shooting a puck into the net, quickly.
“Don’t even say the fucking word.” I growled at Chris as he placed both of his hands up to his sides. “She’s just a pawn for a plan I’ve thought of for a while now, and we all know that August can’t stand girls like Adrianna.”
“Is that really all Adrianna is to you?” Liam probes and I slap another puck into the net, my muscles tighten.
“Yes.”
“You haven’t fantasized about her in any way?” Neil skates closer as I roll my eyes.
Yes.
“No, of course not.” I grumbled, gripping my stick tighter than ever. I could feel my knuckles whiten.
“You’re so full of shit.” Liam comments as I send him a stare that would’ve frozen hell.
“Good.” Neil looks at me with a calm expression.
I slapped another shot into the goal, it was beautiful.
“Will she be at the game tonight?” Chris joins us, it’s been a while since he’s had free time, but he made an exception to take a day off for my celebration.
“Yes.” I say plainly.
“Odd.” Neil threw me a concerned face, “Did she tell you she was going to be there?”
I smile, “No. I told her to be there.”
Neil clamps his mouth together skating away from me as I narrow my eyes, my eyebrows furrow and I gather another puck, my knuckles white as fucking snow, “Why?”
“I heard that she was attending the football game to support Brooks.” Neil spilled out as I shot the puck so fucking fast it flew straight to the goal, making a hole on the net, everyone froze.
I straighten, “She wouldn’t do that.” I look at Neil as he nods slowly, Liam grabbing at the hole that burned through the net.
Or would she?
“She will have to be here if she wants to keep this stupid fucking relationship going.’’ I scowl.
They smile knowingly, “Fake relationship.” They look over, “You mean fake relationship.”
“You know what I mean.” I skate over to the net examining it.
Boy, I wish that this net was Brooks face. He has the nerve of asking her to support him when he was all but nice to her during their relationship.
Sure, that makes me hypocritical, but what me and Adrianna had was purely fake and did not overstep boundaries.
“It really seems to me that you kind of need her more than she needs you.”
True, but I would never admit that.
“Adrianna is fucking desperate for any chance she gets to get any type of attention from her bastard of a father.” I take off to the side.
“We need to head over to the arena.” Chris makes note as I nod.
It was basically a ritual for us to cool off before a hard game, and this game was riding on my shoulders. I was nervous, and I never was this nervous when it came to hockey.
But my parents were going there, and my father was my biggest critic. He always had something to say, mostly bad, which only made me want to be better at what I did. I always felt the need to prove him wrong or that I can be a better man than he will ever be.
It was hard to prove myself. I was the oldest of my siblings, I was the one with the burden of being the next Prince, everyone compared me to my father.
I knew from the moment I watched him work I wanted to be the one to take on the job. I wanted to make our company the best it was, but hockey was the reason I was hesitant.
I wanted to go pro. I want to be the best and I want to play for the world, be the best in the world, which I know was a reach, but I like to challenge myself.
My friends knew I was tough on myself, and it was something I never wanted to change. I was hardheaded and I liked being right.
“I really wish for all of the hockey team that Adrianna won’t be there.” Liam smiles as I look at him with a confused look.
Liam gives me a scorned look, “Are we going to act like you won’t slam a puck like that through the net and make a hole if she doesn’t show?”
Chris intervenes, “Or ram a guy through the boards?”
Neil skates over, “Or talk mad shit that will make another player get pounded on the ice?” I sent over a look to all three of them that made their laughs die down.
“Knock it off.” I mutter as they straighten, “I just want her there because I know August will be there. My girlfriend not being there would raise suspicion not only for her but for my parents too, will it not?”
Chris and Neil look at each other smirking, I want to punch both of them in the face, the fact was if I did, they wouldn’t even ask me why I did it.
Liam picks up his skates, pulling me in for a side hug, “You got this, we have your back.”
“You always do.”
