Savage Valentine (St. Valentines)

9. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Parker

Rolling over, I realize Syd is still laying beside me. Pulling her closer, she groans and rolls over to face me.

“Morning, sunshine.” I say, my voice still raspy from sleep.

“Mmmm morning. Shit, what time is it? I need to get back to the sorority to do some things.” She replies rolling back over to get out of bed but I tighten my grip on her.

“Just five more minutes. That’s all I’m asking for.” I plead and she just huffs in response, scooting closer to me.

Laying there a little while longer, I finally reach over and grab my phone to check the time. Unlocking it, the first thing I see is a text from Hayes.

Hayes: Yo. Wanna hit the ice? I got some steam to blow off and some shit to tell you!

Me: Yeah, give me a few.

Hayes: Aight bro, I’ll meet you on the ice.

Closing the thread, I look at the time and lay the phone back down.

“It’s already after noon, so hopefully you didn’t have anything too important.” I laugh looking over at her.

“No, but damn, how did we manage to sleep half the day away?” She questions and rolls her eyes as she lets out a yawn.

“I don’t know. I recall staying up until early morning hours making you cum over and over. So hmm, that could be it.” I reply mockingly. Slapping my chest, she climbs out of bed and starts grabbing her clothes that are littered around the room. Rolling myself out of bed with a groan, I grab some sweats and step into them, grabbing a shirt next and sliding it over my head. Fuck, I feel worn out. She’s about to walk out the door when I run over and slap my hand on it, making it shut before she can get out.

“So you’d just leave? No goodbye, see ya later, nothing? Aww, Ice Queen, always breaking my heart.” I question, giving her a sly grin and holding my hands over my heart.

“Oh for fucks sake, jock. Fine, bye, see ya. I’ll text you later.” She replies and chuckles.

“Damn, I may even get a text? I must have done something right.” I reply, pulling her in and crashing my lips to hers. This girl. I don’t know what it is about her, but I’ll take her frozen heart and thaw it out. Making it to where it only beats for me.

“Later, jock. Don’t get into too much trouble today.” She grins, shoots me a wink and walks out the door. Fuck this girl is trouble and I know I’m in deep shit when it comes to her. I hope she knows I was dead ass last night when I said she’d be mine. Because now she is. Mine. And I’ll kill anyone who looks at her or touches her. Because no one touches what's mine and lives to talk about it. Just ask the priest.

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Meeting Hayes by the outside rink, we lace up our skates and get on the ice. He looks mad and God help whoever pissed him off this bad, because it won’t end well for them.

“You good bro? What’d you want to talk about?” I ask, turning around and skating backwards to look at him.

“Liv has a fucking boyfriend that she somehow forgot to mention to me and the prick showed up today.” He seethes, sliding my skates to a stop in front of him, he looks at me and my jaw is probably on the floor.

“Wait, wait, wait a goddamn minute. Your Liv? Your little short stack? What the fuck?” I ask, still dumbfounded.

“Yeah, bro. Apparently she’s had one this whole time. He’s from her hometown.” He replies, pushing past me and picking up speed on the ice.

Wow. Just wow. Catching up to him, we let all our frustrations out on the ice while he continues to fill me in on this Dillon guy. Liv’s fucking boyfriend . Damn, I didn’t see that one coming.

“Yo, you heard from Ezran? We should see if he wants to come chill.” I ask, skating over to my stuff for my phone and to grab a drink.

“Naw I haven’t. Text him and tell him to get his ass here.” He replies, coming next to me and grabbing his phone too.

Picking up, I scroll to his thread and notice he never even replied to my last text. What the hell?

Me: Hey bro, where you at? Me and Hayes are on the outside rink. Come on over,we got some shit to tell you.

I wait a few minutes but never get a reply.

“Bro, can you try and call him? He ain’t been answering my texts.” I say looking over at Hayes as he hits ‘call’ and puts the phone up to his ear.

“He didn’t pick up. What the hell? He never ignores us.” He replies, looking over at me and raising a brow.

“Lemme try.” I say, hitting the call button and putting it on speaker. It just rings and rings until his voicemail comes over the speaker. “Okay, what the fuck is going on? When was the last time we actually saw him?” I question, me and Hayes looking at each other and trying to think.

“Fuck bro, the game? That’s the last time I saw him. I was with Liv until I texted you.” He says running his hands through his hair.

“Damn, that’s the last time I saw him too. I didn’t see him or Zova at the cemetery last night. Then I was with Syd until earlier.” I reply back, feeling like a shitty friend. How did we not notice? Considering we’re always telling each other everything.

“Fuck it, lets go look for him.” Hayes says, sitting down and taking his skates off.

Doing the same, I take my skates off, tie them together and throw them over my shoulder before making our way back to the sports center. Where the fuck could you even be, Ezran?