5. Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Parker
Missing practice this morning was worth it, even if it was just to go get coffee with her. Normally I get in my morning run, then I’m on the ice before the rest of the team to blow off steam before it’s off to classes after. Fuck it, they won’t miss me for one practice . Walking through the Valentine themed hallways and into my first class, I sit down and grab a piece of paper to start my note for my little Ice Queen.
Once class is over with, I walk out and head straight for Sydney’s locker, slip the note in and dip out before she can notice. I’m pretty sure she knows it’s me who leaves these notes, but she hasn’t asked and I’m damn sure not about to give myself away. I love getting her all riled up. It’s the best part of my day. Walking to my next class, my phone vibrates in my pocket. Pulling it out, I instantly roll my eyes and sigh.
Dad- I’ll be at your next game. Better be a winning one. Vance’s don’t lose!
Me- K dad. We haven’t lost yet. Walking into class. Later.
Closing the thread before I ever see his reply, I put my phone back in my pocket. He hates when I dismiss him, but he’s always on my case about hockey. He doesn’t like that I play any sports instead of being fully focused on my initiation next year. I have told him a hundred times that the secret society can suck my dick and I don’t want any part of it. But I’m a Vance and it’s all about keeping the family name going. Therefore I don’t get a say. So he’s doing everything in his power to get me to conform before then. And I’m not giving in as easily as he wants, but since I’m his only kid, he really doesn’t have achoice. I will do what he says until I can get out. When I do, I’m leaving this town behind.
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Finishing up with classes, I head towards the cafeteria to meet up with Hayes and Ezran for dinner before we go to practice. Walking in the door, I make my way to the front of the line, grabbing a couple slices of pizza, a bottle of water and an orange. Making my way to the table, Hayes is the only sitting there. Looking around for Ezran, I don’t see him anywhere. He’s probably with Zova. Those two are always making up for time since we’re constantly at practice. Hockey basically makes up our entire life when we’re not in class. Sitting down, I take a big bite of my pizza and look over at him.
“Liv came to the sports center and was looking for you. Did she find what she was looking for?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows at him. He laughs and slaps the back of my head.
“So the cemetery party, are you ready for it? You going after Syd or letting someone else take her?” He asks and I punch him in the arm.
“Fuck you! No one gets Syd but me. I’ll be the only one to catch her and I’ll kill anyone who tries. I already have her glow stick ready to go.” I reply, feeling my blood pressure rise at the thought of someone else touching her.
“Damn, I was just joking. But I feel you. I’d definitely do the same shit if someone else touched Liv.” He replies back. We both cut each other a glance and start laughing. We sound like a bunch of psychos, but only for the girls we choose, I guess.
We fall into conversation about our plans for that night while finishing our food. Once we’re done, we dump our trash and head out. Walking across campus, we make it quickly to the sports center and to the outside rink. Honestly, practicing outside is my favorite. It’s not like it could get any colder. It’s already freezing and the ground is covered in snow.
Skating around in it just gets my blood pumping more. The ice is where I take out all my aggression, same with most of the guys on the team. I probably get in more fights on the ice than I do off of it.