One

Winston Crowley's pov

“Winnie, The reporters will like to talk to you” Martin called from the door of the locker room, he is my teammate and a close friend. I smiled and nodded, putting on my socks.

I stood up and walked towards the door, passing by Martin then I inhaled the air, almost gasping out from Martin’s scent.

It irritates me all of the sudden.

“Mr Crowley, over here” a reporter called, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“You have got this captain” Martin said, I glanced up at the tall alpha.

“Thanks” I said and went up to the reporters, “hello”

“Hello,” some answered.

“How do you feel about playing against Crimson icehawks? Especially after their captain knocked you out on your last game together?” A female reporter who I perceived is a beta asked, reminding of the last season, several months ago.

Crimson icehawks and their damn Captain, Orson Vexley.

Orson Vexley is a pompous, arrogant, full of himself bastard.

“Mr Crowley?” One report called

“Yes?”

“You haven't answered the question” the reporter said,

“Erm, Crimson icehawks are a strong opponent and I and my team are not backing down too.” I answered carefully.

Many people suspect Orson and I have more to do with our rivalry but honestly he is just a Jerk who likes to piss off everybody and yet is still loved by many.

“Are you nervous playing against Orson again?” One reporter asked.

The question made me laugh, “What no?” I answered, “Trust me he is good, so am I. The accident happened because it is very common in hockey” I answered, folding my arms.

“Is there more to you and Mr Vexley’s rivalry?” One reporter asked, My eyes landed on the reporter.

I knew they would do this and I wouldn't know how to reply. I just stood there, staring into space.

I remembered the first time I met Orson, he and his damn smirk. We were both rookies playing on the same team in our rookie years but Orson is just a Jerk.

I have always hope that we get along but not anymore.

I don't know if he hated me from the first time he saw me or he just hated everyone.

He is impulsive and confident.

“Mr Crowley?”

“Yeah..I mean no…” I let out a nervous laughter, “We all know how Orson is…he is competitive and that's how everyone is” I answered, out of the corner of my eyes I saw Martin coming.

“Cap, We need to get ready,” he said. I smiled before turning to the reporters.

“I am sorry but that should be all” I said, turning away, ignoring the questions they kept throwing even though they knew I wouldn't answer.

Martin blocked them from following us, His scent heavy in the air, everyone's actually. I felt dizzy as I walked towards the locker, I peeped at the calendar. It is not yet time.

Bile built up in my throat, I felt dizzy. I grabbed the door handle and I grabbed the door frame.

“Captain, come see this” one of my teammates called, urging me to come. I could tell they were watching a video or a reel.

I stood straight, pushing back the bile in my throat and walked up to them. The sounds coming from the phone my teammates were holding was a familiar voice.

The one that pissed me off and surprisely made me laugh sometimes.

“I want Crowley to know that I am not going easy on him and his quack team this season and I am ready to get them out of the game before the series” Orson’s smooth deep voice came out of the phone speaker. 

I looked at the phone and Orson was staring straight at the camera, he was shirtless and his dirty blonde hair was pushed back not styled but messy.

Maybe he was trying to get his hair out of his face.

“He so full of himself” one of my teammates scoffed,

“He is getting through with all his assholeric attitude because his family is powerful” another said, my eyes glued on the man on the screen as he makes condescending remarks about my team.

“He can't just stand that Captain is better than his nepo ass” One hissed.

I snapped out of the trance, “Guys, Guys.” I called, “Let's not do that. We have practised a lot and we are good. Let us just show them” I said calmly and they all agreed.

“Let's beat them and send them back to their city!” Someone yelled,

“Yes!” everyone joined,

I laughed, shaking my head and turned to the bench when Martin blocked my way and handed me a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” I took it from him and opened the cap, 

He smiled, glancing down at me. The height difference between I and my teammates were obvious. They were taller and bunkier…

“Martin, you are no Omega, the Captain is not going to like you” someone joked, Martin just laughed.

We are just friends and besides everyone thinks I am an alpha too. That's what everyone thought 

“You two acts like a couple” Xavier said, he is the team's personal comedian. “Are you one of those Alpha who like Alpha, Martin?”

I sensed Martin went stiff, so I turned to Xavier. 

“I am not judging  but I know Cap has a type and it is not your bunky ass” Xavier tilted his head watching for Martin’s reaction.

“Bastard” Martin cursed, Walking towards the bench.

“No more jokes, Xavier put on your gears” I said to Xavier as I walked up to Martin, it wasn't the first time Xavier made such jokes it was now a norm.

“Aye, Captain” Xavier mumbled,

I and Martin didn't exchange a word as we put on our gears and uniform, My heart thumped against my chest as I picked up my helmet, matching out the locker room with my teammates.

I will be seeing Orson Vexley face to face again after months.