My Hockey Alpha Mate
I muttered, a rough, defensive edge slipped into my voice as I slammed my locker shut.
"Hey man, I didn't mean it like that," he said quickly, throwing his hands up in surrender, the movement caused his jersey to roll up, showing off the tattoo he’d gotten last summer during Alpha training.
"Fuck, I know, bro. I'm sorry. Just been having a rough day," I sighed, running a hand over my face.
"Is it your girlfriend?" he asked.
"Who?"
The question slipped out of my mouth in a panic.
He raised his eyebrows in a silent question, and then it clicked.