Pucking Around With The Captain の小説・ストーリー

Like I couldn’t express myself the way I normally do. Northgate scored first in the opening minutes. Then again in the second period. Two to nothing. I skated to the bench, my breathing hard and grabbed a water bottle. Coach Daniel was in my face before I could take a sip. "Harrison! What the hell is wrong with you?" I didn't answer him, just kept my eyes on the floor. "You're playing like you've never touched a puck before. You're the captain. You're supposed to lead." "I know."

Skates, ice, a puck, and eleven other men who trusted me to lead them through a game of sixty minutes of simplicity. "You good, Captain?" Marsh, my line member, wandered into the stall next to me, assessing me more than I liked to be assessed at a time like this. "I'm good." "You've been a ghost for the last month." "Family matters. This is the last weekend I was gone." I thumped him on the shoulder, cutting off whatever else he wanted to say on the matter. "Let's just win tonight."

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

Of course it’s Cole. “Go bother someone else,” I mutter without looking up. He smirks and steps inside anyway. “Marco’s busy trying to beat a twelve-year-old online in that Diablo game and Zack’s currently screwing a puck bunny, so that leaves only you.” “Lucky me.” He takes one look at my face and exhales. “Wow. You look like someone just got hit by a bus emotionally.” “Go away.” “Nope. House policy. When the captain looks like he just detonated his own life, someone intervenes.”

Inis na saad nito in a small mic in his hand. I just stayed silent in my seat with closed eyes as my cheeks rested on my palm, enjoying his annoyance. Dear me. I Think magiging interesting nga ang trip na'to. "Sir, yes sir! If you say so, sir! With great passion, sir!" Anang captain with a tone obviously enjoying his friend's predicament. I didn't heard him answered but just let out a growl from the other seat. I just mentally shook my head as I smirked.

"Do you understand me, Mercer?" Caleb did not answer the question verbally. He simply glared at us, turned around aggressively, and walked back to his parked SUV before slamming the heavy door shut and driving away down the street. Once the vehicle disappeared around the corner, Connor finally dropped his arm from my shoulders and took a small step back to give me personal space. The sudden absence of his body heat made the afternoon air feel surprisingly cold. "Why would the team captain involve himself in a dispute between a regular player and a girl he does not even know?" I asked quietly, looking up at his sharp jawline while I gripped my shopping bags tightly.

RAE I noticed the ‘C’ patch on his jersey as he backed away. “Scared of a little ice?” the player holding my kit above his head taunted me. I tilted my head, squinting. I’ve seen that arrogant smirk and those greyish blue eyes before. In fact, that voice… The other players noisily cleared out of the rink through the passage behind me, prodding me with stares, laughing amongst themselves. I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings.

His gaze flicked between me and Luca, sizing us up, ensuring we were ready for what was coming. Finally, the Captain broke the silence. “Gentlemen,” he began, his voice gravelly, “we’ve got a situation that’s about to explode, and I don’t have to tell you how delicate this is.” I straightened up, exchanging a glance with Luca, who remained stoic but nodded slightly, acknowledging the seriousness of the moment.

His smile softened as he added, almost under his breath, "Make yourself at home, sweetheart. You're welcome here." I caught the front of his shirt between my fingers and gave it a playful tug before brushing past him, my shoulder grazing his chest. "Never thought the captain would be such a flirt." Brick glanced down at my hand, then back at me, that slow, confident grin spreading across his face. "Only when I have a pretty girl to impress." I let go of his shirt and gave him a light shove. "You're trouble, Captain." "Funny. I was just thinking the same thing about you."

Without me. I walk over to them and clear my throat. They all turn around and look at me. "Really?? We got the fucking girl?" The captains whines. "Really?? I got the sexist bitch?" I whine, imitating him. He rolls his eyes and they continue to make a plan. "Alright let's do it!" The captain cheers, after making the plan. "Wait... Am I not part of the plan?" I ask him. He glares at me, shaking his head. I want to rip out his throat and pull his tongue out from his ribcage.