Concordia Captain Novels & Stories

It was like walking into a wave. I was still adjusting to the light when the commentator's voice roared through the speakers. "AND HERE COME YOUR FLORIDA STATE ICEHAWKS! Led out by captain August Reynolds, who we understand will be taking his talents to the USA Hockey National Team Development Program in January! This is the man's last outing as FSU captain, folks, and what a stage to go out on!"

"I can check with our media liaison and come back to you through proper channels." "Of course, I'd expect nothing less." A brief deliberate pause. "You and Jax Thorne make a fascinating partnership. On the ice certainly, but I'm more interested in how that developed, given the circumstances of your arrival here." The phrase given the circumstances was carrying a great deal of weight inside very little space. "We have a solid captain-winger relationship," I said. "Functional line chemistry. Nothing unusual for a well-run team."

Coach said, his voice firm enough to carry meaning beyond the words themselves, “and he’s not the only one, but support doesn’t erase the concerns.” I looked away briefly, staring through the office window toward the rink where a few players remained after practice, because hearing Noah’s name unexpectedly made the conversation harder than I wanted to admit, and despite everything happening around the team he had never once abandoned me when doing so would have been easier. Finally Coach closed the folder, folded his hands together, and delivered the part of the conversation I had been waiting for from the beginning. “You are keeping the captaincy.” Relief should have followed. It didn’t.

The door to the locker room swung open. I didn’t look up at first. I was halfway through taping my stick, pulling the white strip tight, clean, controlled. The room smelled like cold air and sweat. Like every other game night. “Captain,” our assistant coach said, voice tight. I kept my tone calm. “Yeah?” “You might want to see this.” I lifted my head. And the world tilted. He stepped inside like he belonged there. Adrian Cruz.

Coach gave me a stern look as I joined the line, breathless and disheveled. Michael sent me a questioning glance, and I just shook my head, staring at the floor. "Now that we're all here," Coach began, looking over his binder. "It's time to announce our leadership. I watched the film from Friday's scrimmage. A choice has been made." He actually smiled. It was terrifying. "Please give a hand to Remington Alvarez—the first female captain in the history of Red Lodge High." The air in the gym seemed to shift. Michael, Tom, Franklin, and Peyton erupted in cheers, their whistles echoing off the rafters.

We moved to the stage, waving our pom-pom and the students cheered us on. Subconsciously, my eyes was fixed on the front roll where the ice hockey team are seated but Lucas was no where to be found. I wonder why though. He is supposed to be here since he is the captain, and his uncle is also the new coach. I scolded myself…. Why do I still care? “Ladies and gentlemen,” a moderator says, his voice booming through the microphone. “Give it up to the Coach. Grand. Prince. Damon. Blackwood.“

I wiped my mouth with a napkin then nodded. "Our coaches, Felik and Grigor, are working hard for us," I said and watched Charlotte Grace chewing. The grease on her lips just enhanced their plumpness. Oh, stop, Darci, stop staring! "They look very cool," Charlotte said. Suddenly, we saw Felik and Grigor came in. They walked towards me and sat down to my right. "Darci, sorry to interrupt, but just a quick word," Felik said. "Me and Grigor have been discussing. We want you to be the captain of the team."

Just as he reached out to take the cup, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist firmly. Leon turned in surprise. "Noa?" Noa's jaw was clenched. His eyes never left Sabastian. "He's not interested." The courtyard fell strangely quiet. Students nearby slowed their steps. Some openly stared. Sabastian raised an eyebrow. "And who are you to answer for him?" Noa's grip on Leon tightened. "I'm his captain." Sabastian chuckled. "Captain? Last I checked, hockey captains don't decide who their teammates have coffee with."

Number two, Raynard stormwind. The announcer cleared his throat and said again, "the team is led by the senior team captains, quarter back Alain Greenbelt and running-back Raynard stormwind." I got excited when Raynards name was mentioned, surprisingly, I clapped more than the others in the stand. Foluke, Bisi and Meredith besides me. "Right there is Meredith's crush." Bisola informed me pointing out a guy whose ceramel features did nothing to hide how good looking he was , "Nelly Rhi."

Transferred in from some university up north, joined the swim team like he owned the water, and within three weeks had been named captain. My captain spot. The one I'd been working toward since freshman year. Two years of 5am practices, of pushing my body past everything it had, of being the guy the coach called on when it mattered — and then Adrian MacDonald walked in with his broad shoulders and his stupid blue eyes and his effortless authority and just... took it. My dick, apparently, had decided that it was hot instead of infuriating. Traitor. "Are you going to keep staring at the ceiling or are you actually going to get in the water today?" Adrian's voice cut across the pool deck, flat