Mag-log inNateLoud chatter, music, and the steady steaming of the bus fill the air inside.The boys, hopping from one seat to the other, talking, play-fighting, and even singing.It would be a lot of noise if I didn't have my earbuds plugged in once we were on the road and the boys started their shenanigans.My seat is by the window, and my eyes follow the line of trees and houses by the side of the road, the small stores and all, even as the spread of the bus blasts the cold breeze in my face from the slightly open window.Logan had been nodding away to music from his own earbuds, and the last thing I needed to do was talk to him.How we ended up on the same seat, I don't even know. Because believe me when I say, I was avoiding it.I know he heard me last night, and I don't think I can talk about any of it. Not with him, at least.My phone dings, and I pick it up to see a random notification from my Instagram.I place the phone face down on my lap and turn my face to the window again.A weigh
NateThe rundown hotel we booked at this time did very little to make me feel better about the whole situation. Sure, I wasn't that pissed we lost anymore; still, a loss is a loss.I just won't let it get to me.After we all changed in the locker room meant for the Northwood Wolves, we all walked back to the hotel. It wasn't a really long way, and the bus was still parked at the hotel.Besides, that walk was fire. I could tell the Scorpions expected us to mope and be sad about our loss.And I could almost see red fumes from their ears as we blasted music from Cam's music box while we walked past them, talking and laughing without a care in the world.And on that note, I definitely think there's a rivalry between our coach and theirs. Just saying, never seen someone give Coach Sullivan that bad of a stink eye.Stretching my hands, my fingers brush against the ceiling, and I'm reminded why I hate this place again.It's so small and cramped as fuck. But at least everyone got a room per t
NateThe energy in the air is almost palpable as the roaring crowd, mostly consisting of the Scorpion fans, quiets to a hush.I skate into position, and so does the player from the Scorpion team.The puck drops at the same time the shrill sound from the whistle whips into the air, and everything else fades into nothing.My skates carve into the ice as I explode forward, blue, black, and white jerseys streaking across the rink against the Scorpions' red-and-black jerseys.The crowd is already on their feet, roaring so loudly that I can feel the sound vibrating through my helmet and rattling my teeth.I chase the puck into the corner, my shoulder dropping as a Scorpion comes barreling toward me. I absorb the hit against the boards and manage to kick the puck loose before Cam gets there, sweeping it toward Eli. He sends it across the ice to Logan, and for a few seconds, everything clicks exactly the way we've practiced it.Logan shoots so hard and fast that I almost don't follow it.The
Nate"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice gruff.What am I doing? Why does he wanna know? What business does he have? I swear if he's on campus I will not be going to see him."I'm at practice, anything the problem?" I let my British accent slip out and earn an approving hum from him. Bastard."We want to see you at Thanksgiving," he says.We, meaning my mother had to somehow make him call me for Thanksgiving. Which means she wants to see me. Sadly, I don't think I share the same sentiment.Pftttt. Thanksgiving. I'm not even American and I have to celebrate this every year.I've not really had an issue with it, except this year, I really don't wanna. I just want to stay in school and practice or something. I don't think I can stomach another Thanksgiving in that house."And if I can't come?"At least I need to know if I even have options. He grunts on the other side of the phone."I will not have another son prowling about like he does not have a family."His words bite into my sk
NateOur feet don't even touch the ground when Coach asks us to run laps in the gym.He woke us up early as fuck and made us pack our bags into the car, then he drove out of the vacation house. Even Cam was walking with his eyes closed.And Luke looked like he was gonna cry at the sight of the house disappearing and being replaced by trees and rows of endless trees until we were back in the city and on our way to campus.Dylan looked rather content. Of course he is; it's his mother's house. He can probably go there any time he likes.Our bags are still in the car as we all put on our sneakers and start jogging around the basketball court in the right wing of the gym building.By the time we have run for at least 2 hours straight and my lungs are literally bursting out of my chest, Coach finally lets us rest to drink some water."I'm gonna die, I swear," Cam whines, chugging his water bottle like a starved man."You won't die. You haven't pushed your body to its limits yet," Coach just
LoganThe knock comes a second time and Nate immediately scrambles up from the bed, pulling his shorts up as he leaps on one leg to the door.Fuck, he's about to open the door.He turns to look at me, his brow arched in panic. I just nod calmly and pull my shorts up, still on the bed."It's fine," I whisper loud enough for him to hear but not too loud. The last thing I need is the person on the other side hearing my voice."You guys in there?" Cam's muffled voice comes from the other side of the door."Okay, alright," I whisper as I sit up slowly, his warm cum still leaking out of my ass and onto my thighs.It's fucking slick and warm against my skin. For some reason, this whole situation makes me even more horny. I swear I'm a fucking idiot sometimes.Nate's face is as pale as a ghost as he stands at the door, not knowing what to do."I'm not feeling well, that's all." I nod and gesture at the door.He nods back and pulls the door open."Hey." Cam's voice carries through to me, even







