Chapter 9
Bastian Vos
I had to get away from him. I just need to fucking breathe.
The Zan that just freaked out over the dark, the one who was sweet and caring and actually let me in, that’s the Zan I fell for during summer camp.
This flippy floppy shit is driving me absolutely nuts.
I don’t know how to feel. This is all so confusing.
I’m so deep in thought that I don’t realize I’m outside until the rain slams against my skin, causing me to shiver.
But I don’t stop. I just walk, becoming soaked, and I couldn’t care less.
I just need a god damn minute. I don’t know what to make of this shit.
From the moment I stepped foot inside that dorm room, my thoughts have been turned upside down.
One minute he’s teasing me, the next he’s vicious with his words and actions, pushing me to my limits on the ice.
I could scream in frustration. I just don’t understand.
Lightning strikes in the sky and thunder rumbles, making me jump. The rain becomes unbearable so I run back inside, nearly slipping on the wood floor.
“Holy shit, you’re soaked,” a cheerful voice states to my right. I shake my head and water sprays from my wet hair. The girl squeals, and I laugh.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get you wet,” I say sincerely, and she giggles.
“It’s okay, but you should really get a hot shower before you get sick,” she tells me, and I raise a brow.
“You sound like my mother, scolding me for playing in the rain.” I laugh, making her giggle again.
“Sorry, med student. I’m Jessi,” she states, sticking her hand out for me to shake. I slide my hand into hers, returning the gesture.
“I’m—”
“Bash Vos, I know who you are.” She winks, and suddenly, I feel extremely uncomfortable. You would think I’d soak it up when a hot girl comes on to me but I don’t. Truthfully, I– “Do you want to come up to my room? I can give you some warm clothes,” she asks, but I shake my head.
“Raincheck, Jessi? I have some studying to do before the big game tomorrow. I just came down here to get some air,” I tell her. It’s not a complete lie but I’m also not a dick. I have respect for the other sex even if—
“Yeah, sure. I’ll see you at the game. Go Ice Serpents,” she cheers, making me laugh. I watch as she walks away, then I head back to my room, shivering as I walk. Hopefully he’s sleeping and I won’t have to explain myself.
Opening the door, I step in and see he’s sitting on his bed with headphones on and a book in his hands. I shut the door behind me, and he rips his headphones off.
“What the fuck, Bash,” he shouts, but I ignore him and peel my soaked shirt over my head and throw it into the hamper. “So, you’re just going to ignore me? Real mature,” he huffs, and I spin on him.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I have nothing to say to you. Get your head out of your ass or leave me the fuck alone,” I spit, and he rolls his eyes.
“Request denied. You know—” But I interrupt him.
“No. I don’t know shit, and honestly, right now, I don’t want to hear it.
You’ve done enough this past week and I’m over it,” I growl, pulling my pants and boxers down, not giving a flying fuck that his eyes immediately fly down to my cock.
“Eyes up here, Zan. Wouldn’t want to think you’re eye fucking me or anything,” I snarl and walk to the bathroom.
“Jesus fuck, Bash. I–” But I slam the door, locking it.
Turning the water on, I stare at myself in the mirror.
Why do I let him get to me? I allow him to burrow himself underneath my skin, infesting every muscle, every vessel until he consumes me.
I hate it. “Please, Bash. Let me in. We need to talk,” he shouts over the water.
“Go away, Zan. I don’t want to talk,” I yell back.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. You’ve been saying we needed to have a conversation.
Please. I need answers,” he pleads, and I laugh, stepping into the shower as I let the hot water cascade over my cold skin.
He pounds on the door but I ignore him. All the times I wanted to talk he wouldn’t give me the time of day, but now that I’ve dismissed him, not only in front of our teammates but after making each other cum, now he wants to talk.
Nope. I’m good. I’m sick of bending for him.
So now, I’m going to make sure he regrets all the shit he’s done, and when, or if he gets the memo, maybe then we can have that conversation.
But until then, I’m staying far away from him. Or at least I’m going to try to.
The crowd cheers when I sail the puck across the ice right into the goal.
Fuck yeah, I’m on fire tonight. I skate around the rink and Zan passes me the puck.
I weave in and out, then pass it back to him.
He shoots and he scores, winning the game.
The crowd goes wild, and we cheer for our first win of the season.
Hell yeah. The atmosphere here is absolutely electrifying and I can’t wait to get out of my gear to celebrate.
We gather into a line and fist bump the opposing team then hit the locker room.
Everyone is riding the high of the win, planning our night ahead.
“Vos, you coming out tonight?” Trent yells from across the room.
“Yep. What’s the plan?” I ask, taking off my gloves and leaning my stick against my locker. Sitting on the bench, I untie my skates, pulling them off my feet.
“No idea, but we gotta do something fun.” He laughs, and I shake my head.
I don’t care what we do tonight. I just want to celebrate our win.
“Party at the sorority house,” someone yells, and everyone cheers.
“You coming tonight?” Zan asks, coming up behind me.
“Yeah,” I answer, saying nothing more.
“Good. Be ready in an hour,” he states then walks away. Why do I get the feeling he’s up to no good? Fuck it. Tonight I’m getting piss drunk and I won’t be thinking about him at all. Right? Right.