Hockey Player Booktok Drama 소설 & 이야기

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."

" I'll tell you what. Let's play a game. We're going to be doing a drinking competition. You can have as much Americano as you want. But it means you have to beat me. And if you end up doing so, I won't bug you anymore and you can work for whoever you want, but if you don't, you'll have to comply and come work for me." I shook my head. " I don't think I like that idea. It's possible you are a good drinker." " You'll be shocked to know I seldom drink. If anything, this will be my first doing this game." I raised a brow. " You are kidding me." "I am a hockey player for goodness sake. The captain for that matter. I have to stay fit. I could take a sip from time to time, but not always. Besides

Then the distance turned sharp. Now he barely looked at me. When he did, it was with that blank hockey-player stare, like I was just another face in the crowd he skated past. I turned the corner toward the library — my safe zone during lunch — and nearly collided with a broad chest wrapped in a letterman jacket. Strong hands caught my elbows to steady me. The scent hit first: clean sweat, mint gum, and something colder, like ice from the rink. Jax. Up close he looked even taller than on the ice. Dark hair still damp from morning practice, jaw tight, eyes the kind of blue that used to make me feel seen. Today they flicked over me quickly — recognition, then something unreadable.

Declan moved fast, stepping between everyone like the captain he was. “Alright, calm the fuck down. This is our apartment. Our deal. You breathe a word about it being fake and we all lose everything, scholarships, sponsors, futures.” Maya stepped up to him, fearless. “If you hurt my best friend, I will end you, Shaw. I don’t care how big your NHL contract is.” The tension was nuclear. Shouting, accusations, Maya threatening Declan with a hockey stick she grabbed from my bag, Jax flirting with Priya while filming everything on his phone 'For blackmail material.’ he had said.

I got to the entrance and was stopped by Jenna, one of the girls in our class, also nerdy but still more social than me, standing there and giggling like she's won a lottery. I shrugged and ignored her to continue walking but she stopped me, pleading look on her face as she asked politely, "Can you come with me to the hockey field, please?" I frowned. "All of a sudden? Why?" "No. It's just..." She breathed erratically, "I want to confess to Luther before anyone does, so I don't know how to go about it and I heard he's joined the hockey team and is playing against Reis Armani tonight" Her explanations made no sense to me. A girl that doesn't talk to me suddenly asking me to watch the hockey g

She was hiding something, burying herself under the crushing weight of that architecture program, and my father’s enforced isolation had completely shattered my ability to reach her. "Head in the game, Evans!" Leo yelled, snapping a hard pass across the blue line. I caught the puck on the blade of my stick, my jaw clenched. I didn't want to play hockey. I wanted to get on a plane, fly to Chicago, and kick the door of her dorm room down. I accelerated toward the offensive zone, my eyes tracking the goalie. I didn't see the blindside coming. Hayes, the massive senior defenseman I had humiliated earlier in the week, had been waiting for his shot. He didn't play the puck. He didn't aim for my ch

The puck sailed towards me before I could even reply and I managed to catch it awkwardly by first dodging and then overextending to keep it in play. By the time I recovered, he was on me, trying to get the puck away. "Don't you think that's unfair!" I grunted as I tried dribbling away from him but just couldn't shake him. It was almost as if he was reading me like an open book. Every move I made was perfectly met with unyielding defense to the point that I felt like just letting him have the puck. My pride wouldn't let me though. I dribbled the puck with all of the expertise that had been ingrained into me through years of competitive hockey and I could feel myself settling into it, slowly b

Diego instructed. For the next few hours, the library and the hockey rink didn't exist. Kol learned that Diego’s favorite color was deep royal blue, that he lived in the Alvarez Residence with Isabella (courtesy of their parents), and he even sat through a crash course on the rules of hockey. In return, Kol talked about his student loans and how Aunt Lucia helped him out whenever things got tight. They joked about their professors and the sheer boredom of Physics. Diego admitted he hadn't read a full textbook since junior year and survived on summaries—Kol immediately made him promise to read 1984.

The hockey team had a big drug scandal. Then Dr. Hartley died suddenly. After the death, the scandal disappeared. Alexander always felt something was wrong. But he never asked his father questions. He just played hockey. Now, the boy he wanted, the boy who made his body burn with need, was looking for a murderer. And he suspected Alexander's family. Alexander closed his eyes. He pictured Oliver naked in the pool. He pictured Oliver panting under him. He pictured Oliver looking at him with hate. "Fuck," Alexander whispered.

“Andre —“ It’s obvious that he is about to interrupt but Dylan scowls. One hand raising to cover the man’s mouth whose eyes open wide in shock. “You didn’t let me get a single word in last time, so it's my turn…Getting closer to you, spending time with you. Learning about fuckass hockey, that i never cared about before. Watching the way you lead your team fiercely and knowing just how kind and sweet you are off the ice—those are things I would never want to go back to not experiencing and it fucking sucks—“ he chokes on a sob, eyes pooled with water but he’s been holding this all in to himself and he’s going to combust if he doesn’t just relieve this crumbling pressure off of his chest.