Romans & histoires Sucker Punch Blue Jones

He was sitting there, staring angrily at the cup of coffee in front of him. “I don’t get jealous. I can’t be jealous. I’ve never been jealous. Not until now!” Grey imitated John Lloyd Cruz’s line from A Very Special Love. Blue glared at him. Grey laughed. “Chill. You’re not, right?” Blue suddenly stood and slammed the table. “Sh*t!” Everyone turned to look at him. Even Katleya and Amber were startled by his outburst. His two friends struggled to hold back their laughter. When Blue finally came back to his senses, he quickly thought of a way to cover up what he’d done, embarrassed by his reaction.

I walked in and saw him. Riven was on the ice, alone, stick in hand, angrily shooting pucks. Most of them missed. He looked exhausted, furious, and completely broken. “Fuck!” he yelled, kicking the puck away in frustration. I stepped onto the ice, my voice soft. “Was that ‘fuck’ or ‘puck’?” Riven spun around, eyes widening when he saw me. “No pun intended,” I winked. “How do you know I would be here? What are you even doing here?”