Tasting My Hockey Roommate Novels & Stories

"I told you earlier that they have always been more her friends than mine. And not because I don't like them, but because the ages are different and we have different ideas of what recreation, fun, is." "I see." "Last month, Alexandra told me that she was advertising for a roommate position in her apartment. That she needed someone to talk to, that she was feeling a little lonely. I guess her friends were more distractions than anything else.... And that she needed someone who really understood her. Someone besides me." Emanuele nods and drinks a glass of water while Joshua takes a breath to continue the explanation.

I had to look away. I turned toward the living room where a sloppy game of beer pong was starting up teammates shouting, chanting names, plastic balls pinging off cups. Anything to distract from the fact that my stupid, book-obsessed roommate was messing with my head more than any championship game ever had. He didn’t belong here. Not in this sweaty, reckless, too-loud world. And yet somehow, in the middle of it all, he was the only thing I could see. That scared the hell out of me.

Grey doesn’t answer but she could tell he wanted to say something to her and he couldn’t do it while jane was there. “You mean to tell me that your roommate is a girl?” Jane asked folding her hands across her chest suspiciously. “NO!” “Yes.” Both grey and Harley answered simultaneously. Jane stared at the both of them with her eye brows raised in confusion. “Which is it?” Jane asked, and while Harley opened her mouth to answer, Grey pinched her to stop talking. “Like I said, Harley is drunk, I went to pick her up from this party she attended last night, so she’s probably hangover and might have forgotten that I am her roommate.” Grey clarified.

The way the camera catches things the naked eye misses. He stepped closer, leaning against the neighboring locker. "The way you and Miller look at each other... it’s not hockey, Liam. It’s something else.And very vulnerable." "I told you, it’s chemistry. I can’t be fighting with my teammate who was once my roommate," I snapped, finally looking him in the eye. "If you’re so interested in film, maybe you should spend more time studying the plays so you could be better on the rink and less time playing detective."

It was Mason's voice. "Dear, Rachel. You are probably wondering what's going on and let me tell you. All those years ago on this precise date, your world was thrown off its axis. You lost your job, your apartment, your wallet, everything. But what you gained was a roommate you hated with all your heart. An annoying roommate who was determined to help you get a job that you deserve even though he was telling himself he hated you the same you hated him. What you never realized is that our roommate pact was probably the reason for everything else. So you can say you are the blue that is holding us together. You are the person connecting us beyond blood. You might think of yourself as an ordinar

I snapped, trying to edge sideways toward the door. Raymond's hand shot out, bracing against the wall beside my head, effectively trapping me. "Actually, as your roommate, I think it is my business. Especially if you're hiding something that could affect the team." The team. Right. Because that's totally what this is about. "It's just... padding," I lied desperately. "For protection. During hockey." "Padding?" Raymond's eyebrows shot up. "Under your shirt? While you shower?" Think, Antalya, think!

When I came back to the dorm after dinner, Rachel and the others were already in the middle of the hallway, starting on the fondue. The moment I stepped inside, an intense, rich smell hit the back of my throat. As if fondue weren’t enough, Rachel was actually grilling patties over charcoal in a cramped dorm room. Did she not care about carbon monoxide poisoning? When she saw me, she put on a fake look of surprise. "Oh wow, silly me, I totally forgot to invite you, Lila!"

I shrugged, still at ease, “I don’t understand what your point is.” “Oh you poor freshman,” She made somewhat of a wincing sound, before taking me back to my dorm room, “You messed with the star player of the school’s hockey team. We live in a coed dorm building. Half of the gents in here are on that same hockey team!” It finally dawned on me, my expression sunk, “Oh……”

"Coach actually believed us! He expects us to move our stuff into an apartment that doesn't fucking exist!" I am literally going to go to jail for fraud. Can you go to jail for lying to a hockey coach? God, my head hurts. "I mean, it's pretty funny," Marcus snickered, grabbing a bacon bagel from the bag. "You two as domestic roommates in a private pad? What, are you guys gonna split the grocery bill and buy matching bath towels?" While Marcus was cracking up, Fred remained standing by the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. His sharp, dark eyes drifted slowly from Liam's flushed neck to Raphael’s quiet, unbothered posture.

She’s mine, and I’m going to hold on to her like my life depends on it. By evening, I’m on the rink, gearing up for the big showdown against the Full Moon Pack. The air is electric, the crowd roaring. My teammates are hyped, but my head’s a fucking mess. “You good, man?” Theo asks, stretching his arms. “Yeah, you’ve been MIA all day,” Damon adds. “Yeah,” I say, smirking. “I was with my girlfriend. Priorities, you know?” Theo waves his hockey stick at me, laughing. “You’re seriously whipped, dude.”