Ajax's chaos

“A promising hockey player flashes fans with nudity? Who the fuck wrote this?!” I hurled the newspaper across the room and it landed with a thud at Thomas's feet.

He picked it up and smirked. “Well, the cameraman did get a good view of your dick.”

“One more word and I'll kill you.” I glared at him.

“Says the man flashing his genitals at his fans.”

“That was a mistake! Some bitch snuck into my bathroom and pulled down my towel!” I hissed.

“How could you let down your guard like that? You know how crazy fans can get.” Alfred, the voice of reason in our group, said.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I was too busy handling Missy.”

“Did she cheat again?” Thomas slumped against my couch and sighed.

“Yup and I'm done with her.” I hissed. My phone buzzed with another notification and I winced. It was probably a coach. He'll kill me for sure.

“Was that coach?” Kobe asked.

“What do you think?” I sighed.

“The man is so pissed. I heard he broke a hockey stick.” Kobe said.

I rolled my eyes. “He's broken a lot of hockey sticks, man, including mine.”

“This time he broke it on his own head.” Thomas completed.

“Shit.” We all chorused.

“I will find that girl and give her hell.”

Kobe noticed and sighed. “Oh for fucks sakes, it wasn't your fault those paparazzi couldn't wait till you were out of the bathroom! It's like they were waiting for this to happen.”

“Yeah. Do you think they hired that girl?”

“Only one way to find out.”

I put on a hoodie and some sunglasses, hoping to look inconspicuous but Elite University students recognized me from a mile away.

“Nice dick, Ajax!” A frat boy called from a picnic table.

“Oh. Can you show me yours privately? I promise I won't tell anyone.” Another girl called out.

“Where's the girl you were with? New girlfriend?”

No. If there's anything that girl was, it was dead meat.

My eyes zeroed in on the scrawny handwriting on the door — Jericho Turnpike. Even her name sounds nerdy-ish.

I banged my fist on the door and waited.

“Coming!” A soft voice answered behind the door.

Yeah. You better come out here, you little witch.

The door flew open and so did her mouth.

“Ajax!” She breathed. “What are you—”

I didn't give her a second to talk before I entered and slammed the door shut behind me.

She moved back quickly, her eyes still widened. “I'm sorry.”

“You cut straight to the chase, smart girl” I grinned. “So you know I'm here to take your life.”

She immediately dropped to the floor and clasped her hands together. “Please, I'm an only child and I told myself I wouldn't die a virgin.”

“Wow, then allow me to introduce you to Ajax the second.” I reached for my belt.

“Oh no. I can't sleep with you until we're married.” Her cheek pinked.

That was a joke and she took it seriously? Just what kind of psycho fan is this chick?

“You ruined my life!” I began with that.

“And I'm sorry. I tried reaching out to the reporter who published that article but she chased me away. She even dared to publish another article about you if I don't stop bugging her.”

“And have you?!”

She pursed her lips.

Jesus.

“Tell me the name of that reporter.” I asked. “And if it's Kelsey I swear to God, I'll kill you.”

“Her name is Kelsey.” She muttered.

I screamed and reached for her but she ran to a bed and jumped on it. “I've never entertained the idea of killing someone until I met you. Might as well quench that thirst for blood.”

“Please, don't kill me. I haven't completed my medical degree.”

“I won't even have a degree anymore because of you!”

“I'm sorry.” She stopped running and I pinned her to the floor.

“If you are then you'll tell me the truth. Did Kelsey hire you because that clown will do anything for a story!”

“She didn't!” Jericho shook her name. “I…” her voice cracked and tears slipped down her cheeks. “I didn't mean to do that to you. I'm sorry.”

“Well, save your tears. I'm done playing nice.” Just as I reached for the collar of her shirt, the door flew open.

We both turned in the other direction and found a slackjawed girl wearing my club's jersey.

What in hockey’s name is going on?

“Ajax? And… Jericho?” The girl whispered.

“No. This isn't what it looks like!” I tried to pull away from Jericho but my hair got stuck on the button of her shirt.

I winced. “Let go, you creep.”

“You're the one touching me!” She squealed.

Any second now, the entire dorm will gather at her fucking door.

“Ajax Addams is here!”

No shit, Sherlock!

By afternoon, another paper was published :

Ajax Addams can't get enough of his new girlfriend.

“Fuck!!!” The coach screamed as he hurled whatever object he could at me.

I dodged each one with precision and caught my breath when he stopped.

“Two bad articles in two days? What the hell, Ajax?” He slammed his fist against his desk.

“I'm sorry —”

“Sorry doesn't cut it. You're ruining our reputation!”

“What?” I rose to my feet. “Reputation? I built this school's reputation!”

“You will sit down and let me finish!”

“Fine!” I shoved down on my seat to sulk.

“First is flashing your fans and the second is … who the hell is that nerd you were with anyways? Your new girlfriend?”

I rolled my eyes. “She's not my girlfriend.”

“Then explain what your face was doing in her chest and what the fuck you were doing in her dorm room!”

“I went to confront her, okay? She's the girl who pulled down my towel the other night!”

“And you think being involved with her will fix this?”

“Being involved with? What are you —” I pinched the skin between my brows. This thing will drive me up the wall.

“You're off the team, Ajax, and that is until I say so.”

“What?”

“I can't let you play in the rink when you're being a distraction right now.”

“But I brought the team to the finals. I'm the only one who scored!”

“It doesn't matter now when everyone's talking about your dick, does it!” The coach snapped. Then he sighed. “You're on the bleachers until further notice. Get out of my office.”

I didn't argue with him about that. I clenched my fists and stormed out of the office.

I was truly going to murder Jericho Turnpike.