All Chapters of HEATED OFFSIDES : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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

NateLoud 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

LoganNate's fist in the boy's face is like a rhythmic pounding that literally puts me in a trance. He doesn't miss a beat. He hits him at the same tempo. Not even losing his cool.It's almost like he's waiting for the pain of the previous hit to sink in before landing another. How do his knuckles not even ache from hitting so many bones?At some point, a tooth flies out from Gray's mouth and I'm just standing behind him. I wonder how horrible his face must look at this point. Jeez. Even his lackeys watch in horror as Nate beats him without a single shred of emotion.I can't even form the words to say. I want him to stop. But I'm in a trance, watching him beat Gray's face in with such precision it's all-out insane.Everyone is literally holding their breath and waiting for him to stop. I doubt anyone wants to interfere. And apart from the steady thump of fist meeting with jawbone, nose, and teeth, the entire room is dead silent."That's enough," a cold, gruff voice says, and I snap my

NateI wish I could skip this year's Thanksgiving. And this time, it's not just Thanksgiving at home; I also don't wanna attend the Thanksgiving with the guys.Call me childish, call me silly, but I can't stand to be in the same room with Logan anymore. And right now, being in the same house with him is fucking unbearable.I'm sure they must have invited him just to spite me.Well, I'm not that special, and Logan is part of the team and he's friends with the others. Still, I can't help the way it rubs me the wrong way.That they all know that we're roommates and that Logan's gay. So far, it doesn't look like they think I'm gay. I'm sure Cam would have opened his big mouth by now if that's what he thought.But they'd suspected it. That's what Cam said. So what if he's also suspected me of being gay?Ahhh, fuck. What do I even do?I glance around my room and shake my head. Holing up here is not gonna do me any good. I mean, I can perceive the aroma of all the goodies that Eli is cooking

Logan I have only one word for the Thanksgiving, or rather, the mini Thanksgiving yesterday. And that word is chaos. That's the only reasonable explanation for the pure hell that went down yesterday. I mean, let's get started with the sheer amount of people that came. And then the fire... I did not see that coming. Apparently, when deep-frying a bird that big in oil that plenty and hot, you have to pat dry the bird. To remove the water from the skin. Else... well, the explosion that almost killed me would happen. It didn't kill me, just kidding. But it was a lot. I mean, the heat wave from that thing. Jeez. Anyways, after that, we had the best fucking meal ever. Have I ever told Eli that I absolutely love him? Because I do. I mean, what were those potatoes and that steak salad? Finger-licking delicious stuff. The rest of the evening was simply amazing. Except for the fact that Nate was lurking like a monster in the shadows. I don't know what or who convinced him to come out,