Eazy The Block Captain Movie Novels & Stories

I was reviewing the daily schedule in the main training room when the door opened. There a tall player walked in with an easy smile. Jax Rivera. Star forward for our rival team, the Iron Vipers. He was known across the league for his speed, aggression, and endless charm. Tall, with sharp features, dark hair, and striking green eyes that seemed to notice everything. “Dr. Vance,” he called out smoothly, leaning against the doorframe. “Heard you are the best in the business. I pulled a hamstring in practice yesterday. Mind taking a quick look?”

A slender man with long wavy chestnut hair and androgynous features was smiling at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. That must be him. “Hey, I'm Easton Carter,” I said, stretching my hand towards him with a smile. “Thank you for feeding my hungry team of idiots.” He laughed and stood, his hand shaking mine. Oh, he belonged on a runway. How did Coach even meet someone like this? “I'm Ericke. The pleasure is all mine. It has been a while since I cooked this much and Simon finally decided to accept my request.” “You begged me too much for it to be called a simple request,” Coach chimed as he joined us.

I whisper and the guy I saw before nods as he grabs his phone from the inside pocket of his jacket and types furiously. “Blake, who are these guys?” Emma asks, and I take a deep breath. I wasn’t ready to tell her about this. I have to say I am kind of thankful for Wyatt’s paranoia now. At least we got taken away from that place without me punching someone and ending up at a police station. “My name is Easy,” the guy says breaking the silence and stopping me from saying anything to Emma, “and this is Storm,” he says nudging his head in the direction of the other guy who is staring directly at Emma and I can see her cheeks flash pink.

Hell, no one aside from my two friends would even recognize me off-campus, and yet I'm talking like I'm some celebrity desperately trying to hide from the paparazzi. Well, I might not be the celebrity in question. But I'm riding with one. The notorious hockey captain l. He comes with unwanted attention, and I hate unwanted attention. So the truth is, I don't want people to see me with him. They might recognize me, and I'd likely be the talk of the class for the next year. "You're funny," Carl says, pinching the bridge of his nose in amusement. "You talk like you're some renowned figure. Get out. Let's grab something to eat."