Tasting My Hockey Roommate Novels & Stories

The hockey locker room was relatively empty this time of day, save for a few teammates killing time between classes. I hurled my duffel bag into a metal locker with a deafening slam. BAM! The sound echoed through the room, instantly killing the chatter in the corner. "Yo, take it easy, Cap," Ethan, our winger and my best friend, leaned against his locker with a raised eyebrow. "Why do you look like you're ready to murder someone?" I ignored Ethan. My gaze locked onto two guys sitting on the long bench nearby. Mason and Liam. Two of Ryder's former high school buddies whom I absolutely despised. Even now, I knew they secretly still worshipped the ground Ryder walked on.

Like I was a play he was trying to figure out. I looked away fast, my cheeks heating. What is his problem? I scanned the crowd for Marvel. Found him at a high-top table with his teammates, jaw tight, a bottle already in his hand. He wasn't looking for me. Of course he wasn't. He was too busy drowning the loss, replaying every mistake in his head behind those angry eyes. "Riles! Hey, girl!" I turned to find Jessica, my roommate, weaving through the crowd with a grin. She was wearing Falcons colors, which was either brave or stupid, but Jess didn't care about hockey politics.

My Alpha Roommate Edit Free Updated in 2021-04-28 21:35:44 1902Words "What did one nut say when it was chasing the other nut?" I asked Scarlet as we were sitting outside, having being kicked out a couple seconds ago. Those hoes also took away my fucking vodka. VODKA! Can you believe it? Chivalry is really dead.

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."

Rose pov My eyes got stuck at her. However much I wanted to either move close to her and cover up or just get out of the room. The thing is I didn't do any of the above .I just stood there watching at whatever she was doing... You can call me what you want. Moments later, I came back to my senses and realized that I was seeing my roommate, a good friend of mine mastrabating on my bed. Can this be true, she could do this in her room. What has made her do this..

Maybe cleaning a little would help break the ice when she gets back. I mean, what kind of roommate would I be if I just ignored the mess? A better one than me, probably. I step toward the opposite side of the room and start picking clothes off the floor. Then I pause. A massive shoulder pad sits near the desk. I blink. “What the hell?” I lift it carefully. Definitely hockey gear. More of it is shoved beneath the chair beside a hockey stick leaning against the wall. Okay. Maybe my roommate has a boyfriend who plays.

“What's going on?” “You know my friend, Linda?” I nodded, feeling even more confused and alert. “Yea, what about her?” “She called me half an hour ago because her daughter saw the trending news all over T****k and X. You're dating a professional hockey player? A celebrity?!” “Oh, well…” I shrugged, “it is true. I am…dating a professional hockey player, yep.” “Zaria! Athletes are the worst genres of men to date, I thought we already went over this on your eighteenth birthday,” my mom whined, her eyes dimming slightly. Eyes that everyone said mine was identical to.

he asked and I drew in a breath before nodding. “We’ll try our best, sir,” I gave another curt nod before drifting away as the other team began setting up. I’ve been playing hockey since I was in highschool and I could pretty much count how many times I’ve losed a game. I wasn’t a captain for no reason. If I considered doing something else with my life except taking over the family business, I’d do hockey - full time. I got back into the locker room, where the guys were about heading out.

I sported an uncomfortable boner in the tutoring center while she explained whatever the hell it was she'd taken her time to reteach me. And you know what? Her explanation had made more sense than the professor's. I take another long swig of beer and stare across the table we have to ourselves in the back corner of Zep's, a local dive bar close to campus. The owner always reserves about five or six tables on game nights for the team. It's tradition, and what I've learned from hockey is that you don't mess with tradition. Ever. My gaze flickers to Cassidy's roommate who is wriggling around on Austin's lap. They look moments away from putting on an X-rated show right in front of me.

I blinked. “Today?” He nodded. “Hockey season.” That explained it. “Good luck.” He smiled. “Thanks.” Then he headed out. The house felt oddly quiet afterward. Bree collapsed onto the couch dramatically. “Well.” I sat beside her. “Well what?” She spread her arms wide. “We officially live in a sports documentary.” I laughed. “That’s dramatic.” “Football house next door.” She pointed one direction. “Hockey player roommate.” She pointed the other. “This house has become neutral territory.”