Chapter three

Samantha's pov.

No way would I let him feel like he has the upper hand in this room

It might have worked for Samuel, but I am not Samuel and things need to fucking change around here.

There's no way I'd let him intimidate me, 

“This room.” I gestured around.

“Belongs to the two of us, I have as much right as you do and if you are making rules, so will I.”

His cold hard gaze lingered over me a few seconds.

I felt like I was going to melt under his stare, but I didn't waver.

His hands came up, brushed the bridge of his nose and sniffed.

He didn't move a muscle, just straightened. 

Eyes fixed on me.

Then he walked past me out of the room.

I clutched my chest hard as I fell on the bed

For a moment there I didn't think I would survive.

So far, nothing terrible has happened. The wardrobe was divided and there was empty space for me to keep my things.

The one rule is definitely abide to was the no touching stuff.

He doesn't strike me as the type to go through my things as well.

Night came and Adrian was still not back, I guess he wouldn't be sleeping here after all.

Peace of mind for me.

The next morning would be my first day in the school as Samuel.

I already got the routines and timetable on my phone, so I know what each day holds.

When I turned my head, Adrian was not on his bed.

If he can stay away from the room till the end of semester I would be thrilled.

Had my shower and hopped into the hallway, no one was wake yet, just me.

Which gives me ample time to gear up in the boys locker room.

In the locker room, I stood confused.

Lockers lined up each end of the room, but which belongs to Samuel?

I have the keys to his locker, but nothing to indicate which one I'd open.

Time was not on my side, the guys would start trooping in any minute.

I hurriedly inserted the key into the first locker,

Not it.

I did the same for almost seven lockers until one sprung open.

“Finally!” I breathed.

I dressed up quickly, except for the shoes and helmet.

It felt very loose on my body, I know Samuel wasn't much bigger than I am.

The boys were beginning to troop in. I sat on the bench and pretended to be busy on my phone.

“Coach is going to be on our asses today.” One of them said.

He took of his pants and I quickly averted my eyes.

The entire team was here, except for Adrian Volkov.

“Heyy, isn't that Adrian's gear?”

My head snapped when I heard the words.

All eyes where on me.

No, it can't be.

A nervous smile played at my lips

“You must be mistaken, it's my gear, I took it from my locker.”

The guys exchanged funny looks.

“It has Volkov written on the back.”

“What?”

I pulled at the shirt from my shoulder, it was written in bold letters and in red.

Volkov.

A deadly silence fell captured the locker room

Adrian was standing right next to me.

His eyes darker than when he warned me in the room the previous day.

His voice came out chill and threatening.

“What did I tell you about touching my stuff?”

“Huh, hey Adrian. How are you?” I tried to sound all buddy buddy.

He arched an eyebrow, definitely not in the mood for a catch up.

“It was a mistake.” I tried to explain.

“Take it off now!”

“Ooohhhhh.” The rest of the team chorused.

What's the deal? it was just a honest mistake.

“I won't repeat myself, Donovan, take it off.” His voice was a menacing growl now.

My eyes darted left then right.

They all had their phones out, mocking smirks on their faces.

I really wish I could, but that would blow my cover.

Dad would be so furious with me. I couldn't even make it past the first day of training.

Not only that. I'd be captured on screen too.

Adrian's hand reached out and I know he was about to rip the top off my body.

I closed my eyes in terror, anticipating the worse to happen.

“Adrian, the coach asks to see you.”

My eyes flipped open to see the cutest guy ever standing by the doorway.

Now was not the time to drool over a cute face though.

The muscles on Adrian's face clenched as he withdrew his hands.

Not before he jabbed my forehead hard with a finger.

“Take it off and have it cleaned before I return.”

“Arghhhhhhhh, Zeke is such a kill joy.” The other guys groaned.

“The rest of you should be on the rink, coach gave us two minutes.”

They ran out of the locker room like herds being chased.

I snatched the key to return the vest when I saw the initials on it.

“A.V.” 

Shit, I must have snatched his locker key by mistake.

“Ahem, practice starts in two minutes.” The cute guy who saved me, coughed.

“Yeah, I just need to change this vest real quick.”

“Yeah, do that, else Adrian will rip you to shreds.”

I have no doubt he'd do so.

“Wait, thank you for helping me back there.”

“I didn't help you, the coach really wanted to see my cousin.”

Cousin?

He must have noticed the drastic change in my face

“I'm Ezekiel Volkov, teammates call me Zeke.”

Two Volkovs playing hockey, this school is sure full of surprises.

I shook his hand briefly.

“I have to go change.” I said slowly.

“Okay, see you at practice Samuel.”