Chapter 5
Sean
“I think you need to chill out with this whole stalking Callie mission you’ve started.” Kyle titters as the two of us spot each other during our weight session.
The gymnasium here is pretty fucking huge, considering my sister Lois has been at the university for three months just as I have, I’ve never been in here before. Wish I would have come down and paid her a visit, I could have been balls deep in Callie right now if I’d started my ‘get into Callie’s pants’ project three months ago.
“I literally can’t stop Ky, I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into me, but I like it.”
“You just like the chase that’s your problem.” He swats at my arm as we swap around and he lays down in front of me, positioning his body before he reaches for the weight above his head.
“You know when she first turned me down yesterday, I thought it was the chase that excited me too, but now I’m not so sure. I mean yeah, she’s so go damn fuckable I could come in my pants just looking at her, but I’m not sure that’s all it is that’s drawing me in. I kind of like the fact that she hates me.” A laugh rumbles in my throat and Kyle lets out a harsh breath. “Fuck me, you’re going soft for this girl. You know you only met her yesterday right?”
“I know and my brain has been able to think of literally nothing else since then.” I groan, yanking my fingers through the pillow of curls that rests on my head.
Kyle stands up, wiping his sweaty palm against his shorts. “Just be careful is all I”m saying, if you do get your way with her you don’t want Coach finding out.”
I bark a dry laugh. “Don’t worry about that, I’m sneaky as shit. I’ve had to be, living in a house with three guys.”
“You don’t think we hear you with a new girl every weekend? Your walls are paper thin man.” Kyle taunts, jabbing me in the chest with a balled up fist.
I yank my t-shirt over my head, I can’t fucking wait to get out of here and go home. All I want to do right now is eat an entire tub of ice cream and watch some shitty movie in bed. Maybe piss Callie off a bit too by sending her countless messages on Facebook.
“Maybe that’s all about to change.” I mutter, swinging my bag over my shoulder.
“You’ll never change.” Kyle titters, his blonde hair bobbing as he slips his feet into his trainers.
I nod robotically. “For the right woman I will.”
My evening isn’t exactly going as planned. I know I’m only 23 but surely I should be able to just snuggle up in bed and watch a shitty movie and eat my ice cream like a teenage girl occasionally. When I get home the house is already pretty crowded, it’s not a party exactly, more of a get together with the team. We’ve had a busy few weeks since we came back from summer break and we’ve not had much down time. I groan internally though at the thought of not being able to have the relaxing, post training evening I wanted. We have another game tomorrow and I can’t be fucked for a night of loud music and drinking.
Nick hands me a beer and I reluctantly take it, lifting the glass bottle to my lips and letting the alcohol burn my throat as it travels down to my stomach. I’m not really a drinker, my grandfather was a drunk and he abused my mum as a kid so I don’t like to associate myself with the devil’s liquid. I’ll drink sometimes with my team after a big win, or occasionally use the stuff to numb me after a shitty game, but apart from that I tend to avoid it at all costs.
The first thing I notice when I scan the room are the three blondes from the other night, one of them draped over Lewis as he uncomfortably tries to prise her manicured nails off the collar of his shirt. The other two are sitting on Nick’s lap, practically undressing him in the living room. Normally I’d be envious, wanting some of the leggy blondes for myself, especially after I saw what they could do the other night. But every time I try to mentally undress them, Callie’s beautiful, glowing face comes into my mind and distracts me from anything else. I sigh, reaching for another beer and convincing myself I’ll be going upstairs to bed after this drink, I really am exhausted and I need sleep.
It’s Saturday tomorrow but hockey doesn’t stop on the weekends and we have another important game in the afternoon. I know I”m the captain but I’m definitely more on board for breaks and rests than the rest of my team, they’ll want to be in the gym or on the ice all morning before our game. When I put my beer down on the side, lifting my eyes back to the crowded living room I see one of the blondes staring at me, walking towards me with her sultry gaze, suggesting everything I would normally be looking for. I have no fucking clue what any of their names were, I didn’t bother to ask, I couldn’t give less of a fuck.
“Hi you,” she coos, her bright blue eyes tracking down my large frame as she runs her hands down my stomach. “Wanna continue the fun from the other night?”
I can’t be arsed with this shit right now. “No, not tonight sorry,” I say, lazily throwing my empty bottle into the bin and slithering out of her grip. I make my way up the stairs and Nick calls after me, “Where you going Taylor? We’re just getting started down here.” He winks and gestures to the blonde who is now pouting from my rejection.
“I’m done, crashing for the night,” I lift my arm in a half assed wave and trudge up the stairs to my room.
I’ve only just locked the door when I hear a light tap on the wood, I swing it open and see that fucking girl again, smiling at me suggestively. Fucking hell, can she not take a hint?
“What do you want?” I say sharply and she looks hurt again. I can’t find it in me to care though, not after I already told her I wasn’t interested. “I thought maybe we could hang out…” She whispers, looking down at the ground and shuffling her heeled feet.
I take a deep breath, digging deep in the unused part of my brain for the right words to not hurt her feelings. “Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole but I’m seriously not interested, the other night was fun sure, but it’s done with.” I try to close the door on her but she wedges the sparkled toe of her stiletto between the wood and the door frame.
Ok now she’s really starting to piss me off.
“Move your fucking foot, now.” I growl and her eyes narrow. “You’re such a prick. You think you can just use me the other night and now pretend like I don’t exist? Jerk.” She hisses, sauntering off down the hall and shoving past Kyle as he ascends the stairs.
He catches my eye and confusion floods his vision. “Thought you were only interested in Callie now? Didn’t take you long to go back to your old ways.” He tuts jokingly and pushes his way into my room.
“I didn’t fucking touch her, trust me. She came up here begging for a ride on my dick and I told her I wasn’t interested.”
Kyle’s face is twisted into an indecipherable expression, I”m not sure if he’s pleasantly surprised at me sticking to my word or disgusted that I turned down a hot girl.
“Seeing as you’ve made yourself at home,” I say, watching as Kyle takes a seat on my chair, leaning back and sipping at his beer. “You can make yourself useful and answer more of my Callie related questions.” Kyle’s beer nearly sprays across the room as he fights to swallow his mouthful. “More questions? What am I, her mother?”
“Come to think of it, how do you know so much about my girl?” “Your girl?” Kyle lifts his eyebrows. “You’re delusional man, she’ll never have sex with you.”
“What makes you so sure?” I say, whipping my t-shirt over my head and laying back on my bed.
“Well, for starters, she’s already rejected you, more than once.” He smirks and I momentarily want to smack him. Callie will come around, I’m going to make her want me like I want her. “And secondly she’s got a vendetta against us hockey players. She kind of has a soft spot for me though.” Kyle grins and I want to smack him for a second time.
“Answer my question dickhead, how do you know her so well?” I try to ignore what he said about Callie having a soft spot for him, surely she would have fucked him by now if she was attracted to him.
“She comes to all the joint parties that we have with the gymnastics team at weekends, you know, the ones you never want to come to?” He sips his beer again.
“Well, I would have fucking come if I’d known she was there. Why didn’t you tell me that my sister has a sexy captain?”
He chuckles. “Thought you got enough pussy already, save some for the rest of us.”
My stomach lurches as I swallow the brick that’s made it’s way into my throat. “You haven’t fucked her have you?”
Kyle snickers and watches the red fury creep up my neck. I’m jealous, fucking jealous. I’ve never been jealous in my life and now the mere thought of Callie wanting Kyle but not me is making red blur my vision. “No, I haven’t fucked her.” He laughs and stands up to leave. “There’s a party tomorrow at Mac’s place, you should come.”
As much as little Jamie Macdonald pisses me off, if there’s somewhere Callie is going to be then I’ll be there too without having to be asked twice.
Mac is a left winger on our team, he’s the youngest of us all and he’s a fucking irritation to say the least. He’s about 5-foot nothing and brags about his sex life like he doesn’t picture his own grandma when he beats his meat. The guy pisses me off, but if Callie is going to this party tomorrow it will be a chance for me to see her relaxed, outside of the gym or the hockey games which she apparently finds ‘boring’.
“Oh I’ll be there.” I say as Kyle lets my bedroom door swing closed behind him.