“Hawkins!” Coach shouts, pulling my attention back to the ice. “Finish up!”
I take one last look at her. “You look beautiful today.”
Her mouth opens and closes, most definitely not expecting that. The anger in her face begins to dissolve, her eyes soften, and almost like magic, a split second passes, and it all disappears. “Oh fuck off, Nathan!” she shouts, stomping away from me.
* * *
I feellike a detective trying to work out where she’s going tonight.
“Stalker is the word the cops would use, Nate,” Henry informs me from the other side of the room. I wouldn’t even put it past him to know where she’s going, he probably asked, and she told him. That’s how shit works with them two, isn’t it?
I pull out my phone and hope she takes pity on me now she’s tired from practice.
UBER SLUT
NATE HAWKINS:Where are you going tonight?
UBER SLUT: Who is this?
NATE HAWKINS:You know who it is.
UBER SLUT: I think you have the wrong number, sorry.
NATE HAWKINS:Hmm.
NATE HAWKINS:Don’t think I do. Are you going to a party?
UBER SLUT: Meeting some bikers.
UBER SLUT: Big ones.
UBER SLUT: Full of sperm.
NATE HAWKINS:Great choice of film to reference.
NATE HAWKINS:Such a brat.
UBER SLUT: Tell you what, Hawkins. You find me before midnight, and you can finally fuck this “pretty little mouth” of mine.
UBER SLUT: That way I won’t be able to be such a “impatient, bossy, little brat.” Deal?
NATE HAWKINS:You’re going to look so good with my cock in your mouth.
UBER SLUT: Happy hunting!
Anastasia has an affinity for using my own words against me, but now she’s given me the perfect incentive to find her.
Shit.
Henry is right; I sound like a stalker.
FIFTEEN | ANASTASIA
I’m incredibly pleasedwith myself right now.
Nate is ten minutes away from my location, with only fifteen minutes to midnight. He’s been blowing up my phone all night, begging for clues. I haven’t budged, nor has anyone else after being sworn to secrecy.
Every party he fails to find me at, he gets more pissed at himself. He spent too long checking frat parties, which hindered his chances, and now I’m waiting for the minutes to pass.