Delanie: Oh yeah. Well. Shit. I was hoping
to have some juicy gossip by now, or at least see you on the news for murder. I’ve been following the Nashville news.
Me: Your opinion of me is a little scary.
Delanie: You’re scary.
Me: Touché.
I smile as I roll onto my stomach, holding my phone out as I wait for her text. I don’t have to wait long.
Delanie: So have you met anyone else? Made friends?
I scoff.
Me: No, not at all.
Delanie: So, no hot guys yet?
Me: None.
Delanie: Depressing.
Me: Depends who you ask.
Delanie: Well, I’m sure that if you weren’t so caught up on Jayden’s dick, you’d see someone else worth your time.
Rolling my eyes, I type.
Me: And I’ll talk to you later.
Delanie: Make sure you let me know if you see him.
Me: You’ll be the first I contact.
And she will be, but I doubt that will happen until next week.
When I get on the ice.
With him.
Fuck me.
Letting my phone drop to the ground, I look up and watch as people walk by. Couples, friends, and single folk of all shapes and sizes fill the campus. It’s a Saturday morning and gorgeous, so everyone is out enjoying the sunshine. I have a couple more hours before I have to go train in the weight room and then hit the ice. So I’m gonna soak up the sun and do everything in my power to not think of Jayden.
I’m having a hard time achieving that goal though.
“Hey, sugar! Want some company?”
Looking over at the Bullies’ yard, I see a group of guys checking me out. They are big and cut, but yeah, no.
Raising an eyebrow, I shake my head. “No, thanks.”
“Aw, come on, you don’t even know me. Let me take you for coffee,” he says, and when he starts coming toward me, I sit up. He’s cute, dark hair with dark eyes, tall, nice shoulders, and is wearing a bright teal Bullies tee. Which more than likely means he’s my teammate.
Nope. Not happening.
Before I can even talk though, the door behind me is opening and my dad is stepping out. He looks at the guy and then me before looking back at the guy and saying, “Bay, come inside. I need some help. Kyle Frayer, yeah?”