Tasting My Hockey Roommate Novels & Stories

he sighs, “just because I made seven thousand last year because of the Seagulls. I placed a bet on you guys and it paid off.” For the first time in a long time, the mere mention of hockey doesn’t make me want to run away and end the conversation. Instead, I find myself smiling and then striking a completely hockey-forward conversation with the guy until my cigarette is over. “Hey, man… do you happen to have, like, camping stuff? I don’t want to stay in the room with the guy I got paired with,” I mutter. Sadly, there isn’t a single camping tent in this whole place, so I’m completely fucked.

He left that devil Cindy with me so whether she likes it or not, we are about to become best of friends now. I couldn't concentrate on work and I couldn't be alone at this point in time, so I had to dress up and head to a bar. I wore something modest and I didn't even plan to drink, I just wanted to be around people but I have no friends. I made myself comfortable and ordered something that's not alcoholic. Just behind me, a group of drunken boys and girls were having a heated conversation about sports, from there they delved into hockey and hockey players. This piqued my interest so fast. They compared all the players, including the ones I'd barely heard about, including Trey Makins.

“We’re sharing housing with the hockey teammates.” My body tightened. The boys’ grumbles shook the bus. “Oh, hell no.” “Don’t tell me—” The hockey coach chuckled and folded his arms. “Wait till they hear they’re sharing rooms,” he said Another protest broke out, their voices loud and chaotic. I heard all of it. I was in the midst of it. But it sounded distant like it was happening somewhere behind me. Because something had clicked in my head— the math had already happened. Sharing rooms…of course, I’d be sharing a room with John.

“I’m starting to think you don’t mean it.” Tyler’s glare could’ve melted steel. I swore his hand was itching to throw that fork at my face. “Seriously,” he muttered, low enough for only me to hear, “why do you insist on sitting here?” I smirked. “Because watching you try not to strangle me is my favorite sport.” “Thought hockey was your favorite sport.” “It’s a tie,” I said, leaning back casually. “Hockey… and you.” Avery choked on his drink beside me, coughing into his napkin. “You’re unbelievable.”

Because from the game play we are reviewing they are a pretty tight defence and barely let any pucks through. Austen has the briefest shower as we all stumble into the change rooms before he is off saying he has an appointment. Alright then. I hit the shower and like always it isn’t the Boston U ice hockey change rooms without Dillon’s renditions of musicals or soundtracks. Today he has chosen Hamilton belting out Burn and Satisfied like he wants an award. Everyone on the team just expects it really. Some of the guys want to hit up the local but I say no. Like aways but I don’t drink and it’s not something I want to really do anytime soon. One blackout, hospital bound night is enough for me.

Images suddenly flashed through my mind. I saw the exact place where I was sitting. I saw Damien. I saw Jason. And I saw the two of them going at each other in the Hockey Arena. The image disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared, leaving me staring at the arena in confusion. “What the fuck?” I muttered.

If only she could know that Luca was an asshole who didn’t deserve her. “Yes, it’s my team’s party. Of course, I have to be there.” With that said, he walked into the sports room, leaving his girlfriend hanging with a smile on her face, which I saw wiped away almost instantly. I stared at her for a second without saying a word before walking into the sports room. Hockey has always done it for me. It wasn’t because my father, Maverick Jensen, was a pro-hockey player back in his time, but because I’ve always loved hockey, right from when I was a little child.

"Not all the time. They disagree with my stomach." "They're not supposed to agree with your stomach. They're supposed to agree with your tastebuds, that's all that matters," Bates interjected. Luca rolled his eyes as he reached forward to take a drink of his water. I was about halfway through my martini when the food came out. The boys' hockey game started not long after this, which occupied them while Norah and I talked. I found myself leaning into Luca before putting my head on his shoulder. He responded with a hand on my thigh.

My body feels too hot for this restaurant and her flirting. "Are you hinting at something?" I ask with a grin and she nods with a wicked smirk. "My roommate isn't home tonight," she says. "We can be as loud as we want." "I haven't even said yes yet," I tease back and she rolls her eyes playfully. "You didn't need to say yes, I can see you staring at my tits," she says and I laugh. "Touché." A waiter walks over to us and we both pay attention as he tells us his name.

Anything but sit in someone else’s scrutiny and hold still. She gestured toward him. “Tell me about yourself, Mr. Hanley.” God. The “Mr.” always made him want to check if someone older had slipped in behind him. He cleared his throat, leaning back like he didn’t care that the room had rules. “I play hockey. Badly, that's kind of how I met Aiden.” A twitch at her mouth. “I’ve watched enough footage to disagree. You’re very gifted. When you’re… focused.”