جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 4

TRISTAN At the sound of my sister’s voice, Hunter’s grin widened and the asshole tossed my duffel bag at me. “Saved by the bell, Reeves.” He singsong-ed as I caught it against my chest, sauntering off before I could tell him to go fuck himself. Watching him go, my jaw clenched tighter and tighter. What kind of straight weirdo kept talking about getting his dick sucked by the same guy who punched him in the face anyway? “Were you leaving without me?” My sister’s accusatory voice drifted right into my ear and I snapped my eyes down at her. She’d somehow slipped her arm through mine without me noticing. Clearing my throat, I slung the bag over my shoulder and turned around. “Of course not. I was gonna wait for you in the truck.” “Mhm,” she didn’t sound like she believed me. “So what was that about?” I knew exactly what she meant, but I’d be damned if I explained what Hunter said to me. “What was what about?” She abruptly stopped walking, nearly making me trip. Gro

TRISTAN’S POV Three weeks had passed since that shitshow of a game and I owed it to myself to be even more prepared this time. That was why I had clips of Hunter Beaumont queued up on my phone—every last game from last season where that fucker had dominated the ice. I watched him glide through defenders like they were simply traffic cones, his effortlessness when he set up plays. The loops through his highlights made my jaw fucking ache from being clenched so tightly. Fucking asshole. God, I hated how smug he was, especially after a goal. The bastard would take off his helmet and shake his hair out as if he was some fucking hockey model. Then he’d do his signature wink at the camera, flashing those sets of white teeth. Maybe if I punched him enough next time to make him bleed all over them, they would be less perfect. Self-absorbed idiotic asshole. My own teeth gritted as I rewound the clip again. There had to be something I was missing. “—and obviously Jenna thi