Sinister Valentine (St. Valentine)

3. Pizza & Mazes

Pizza pepperoni pizza, a fruit cup and a root beer. I shouldn’t be eating any of this during hockey season, but I’ll work it off later. Nothing like being balls deep in a tight pussy, chasing an orgasm instead of hitting the gym.

As I make my way over to them, Ivy steps in front of me, blocking my way to the guys. I raise a brow at her, taking in her extremely short uniform skirt and the cleavage she's showing underneath her barely buttoned white shirt.

“Are we meeting in the maze tonight?” She purrs, sticking her tits out for emphasis.

“Maybe. I’ll see what I got going on.” I reply as she licks her lips before taking her pointer finger and running it up my shirt, pulling my tie towards her.

“I’ll be painted in nothing but blue for you, Hayes, and I’ll even let you stick it in my ass tonight if you promise to do that thing with your tongue.” She whispers, licking her lips. Gripping her waist, I pull her closer to me so we’re a mere inch away.

“Intriguing, but like I said, I’ll let you know. Wait for my text.” I whisper back, rolling my tongue ring against my teeth, pulling away from her. She lets go of my tie and takes a step back. I move around her and head for the guys who are all watching my interaction with her. I laugh and shake my head because I know I’m about to get shit for it. They always have something to say about Ivy. I’m almost positive they’ve all been through her a few times already, and for the longest time, I refused. But one night I was really drunk after having a miserable dinner with my brother and father. I swear they love to gang up on me because I don’t live by the same fucking ideology that they do. They want me to be something I’m not and I refuse to conform. I love hockey and that’s what I want to do in life. Not take over the family fortune or be in this fucking cult.

Being on the ice frees my soul. Listening to all my fans cheer for me as I glide across the ice, making shot after shot is cleansing and truly makes me fucking happy. Not this bullshit. Not this family or this school. They just won’t accept it and fight me at every fucking turn. It gets exhausting. Ever since my mom and sister passed away, everything changed. Dinners are forced and I’m always left feeling like I’m not good enough. Like I’m not worthy of carrying the Valentine name.

So I got extremely drunk and decided to lay on the ice of the outdoor rink wallowing in my sorrows, so to speak, and the sorority was having a haunted cemetery party. I could hear their screams and laughs from where I was laying. Ivy came over and one thing led to another. She ended up sucking my cock only for me to fuck her on the ice, burning her ass, but hey, it was a fun time and I kept going back for more. Some days she thinks she belongs to me and others she can’t be bothered to know me. I prefer her second choice.

Arriving at the table, I place my tray down and sit, waiting for their bullshit to start.

“Grinder, I see you haven’t gotten rid of your fleas just yet.” Ezran chides and I laugh.

“Let it go. I’ve got my eyes on something new tonight.” I say, taking a bite of my pizza. Looking over to Parker I smirk, “You gonna try to get Syd to come tonight?” I ask and he sighs.

“I’m about to give her ass no fucking choice. She’s starting to piss me the fuck off.” He says and we both laugh. Nodding over to Chuck, I notice he’s deep into his phone.

“Yo, bro, what about you? Any plans tonight?” I ask and he nods, still not taking his eyes off the phone.

“I do, which I’m late for. The kegs were just delivered. I did my part. I’m out. I’ll see you assholes at practice in the morning. Have fun, boys.” He says winking at me and then getting up with his tray and dipping out. I sit back and enjoy my food. Not long after we all finish and exit the cafeteria, we turn a corner only to slam right into a few girls.

Gripping her hip to steady her, I look up and swallow thickly. Smokey gray eyes suddenly collide with mine. She stands and takes a step back while Ezran snakes his arms around Zovalee’s waist, pinning her against the wall right outside the cafe doors.

“Oh, look who it is, Sir Henry.” She grins and I narrow my eyes as Parker chuckles beside me. Elbowing him, I look her up and down in her little uniform that is only making my dick hard. Jesus Hayes, fucking focus.

“It’s Hayes, Short Stack. You’ll learn eventually.” I smirk and she rolls her eyes.

“If you’ll excuse us, we’d like to go eat.” Syd says, trying to move around Parker, but he ain’t having it.

“We’re having a black light party in the maze tonight. You ladies should come. It'll be fun.” He says and Syd laughs as she looks towards Short Stack.

“Liviana, you wanna go to some hockey team party tonight?” She asks, and Liv shakes her head.

“Hard pass.” She says, grating on my damn nerves already. Liviana. I like that. Hayes, focus, you idiot.

“Why? What's wrong with a hockey party?” I ask and they both roll their eyes.

“The party isn’t the problem, it’s the jock part. Dickhead.” Syd answers, causing Parker to damn near foam at the mouth. Ezran finally steps away from Zovalee and she stands near the girls.

“I’m going tonight. It will be fun,” she says and I grin wide.

“Why don’t you ladies go eat and talk it over? You know where we will be.” I say, grinning from ear to ear. The guys step away and I grab Liv by the wrist.

“See you soon, Short Stack.” I smirk as a zap of electricity rides up my arm where I’m touching her. We both pull away quickly and she spins, taking off into the cafeteria with Syd and Zova on her heels. She felt the same pull I did, I know she fucking did. Oh, this game just got so much more interesting.

Looking over at Parker, he looks like a kicked puppy as I wrap my arm around his shoulder, pulling him into me.

“She’ll show up. Girls don’t let their friends go to parties alone around here, and if Zovalee is going, she will be there. Trust the process, my guy.” I assure him and he nods.

“She’s a hard nut to crack,” he says, shaking his head. “She despises me because I’m a jock, but tonight when she shows, I’m shooting my shot. Drunk or not. She will be mine soon enough.” He grins, making me laugh.

“That’s the spirit. Let’s go get everything set up. I have a good feeling about tonight.” I say as we walk through the school and out the doors to the maze. Damn, Parker and the guys came through.

The entrance to the maze has a red rope blocking the path with two podiums on each side. I’m guessing this is where Dan, our mascot, will be making sure the girls abide by the rules. Ezran removes the rope as we walk through, making sure everything is set. The perfectly manicured hedges of the maze are lit up by black strobe lights and heaters are placed at every corner.

If you don’t know this place, you can definitely get lost, but I’ve been in here a million times. There’s a small bar with kegs lined up at the far end and the Dj is set up on the opposite end with speakers inside the hedges at every turn. I’m impressed as we walk through the entire maze, coming to the gates of the cemetery and cathedral. The cathedral gives me the creeps. I know what's below there and I hate going into the tombs. That’s where our punishments take place. I’ve been there more times than I can count. The scars on my back are just proof of it. I very rarely take off my shirt, especially in front of girls. I don’t need pity. The guys know I have taken punishments for the team more than they like. They can beat me within inches of my life, but I still won’t abide by their rules and rituals. I shake my head, clearing it before old memories start flooding in to ruin my night.

Turning to Ezran and Parker, I smile wide, “Time to go get ready, boys.” I say, rubbing my hands together. We leave the maze and head in different directions. Tonight, I’m going to show the new girl who the fuck I am and the mistake she made when she didn’t know who she was dismissing. I’m Hayes motherfucking Valentine. There’s no escaping me and she’s about to learn that tonight.