Filed to story: Luci Forrester and Easton Reed: Hockey Romance Story
“Was Barrett coming to play this afternoon too?”
Cole nods excitedly. “Yes, you’re going to a party, so Luci said Barrett and I will play.”
I turn and stare at her. “Party?” I ask coldly. I can already guess….
She makes a fist, dropping it to her side while clearing her throat. “I didn’t…I told Cole you might be busy after…it’s not a problem. I was planning on them going with me.”
I can see her thinking, trying to see if she screwed up the schedule again. She rambles like that a lot. Similar to Cole when he gets flustered.
My mother, up to her usual tricks. “No party Cole. But you go with Luci and Barrett. We’ll be home soon.”
I turn to my brothers. Kingston is staring at the ground beside her frowning. Cole runs over, grabbing her outstretched hand and they leave.
“Maxton apparently was talking to Luci first and got angry. They heard her tell him not to touch her basically. Next thing they know, he walks off and shoves Ana, Kendall’s cousin.
She hits the ground and Humphries lost it. He witnessed him pushing her. Ana’s mother demanded Humphries do something about it. He sent them inside, but they heard
Maxton blame a Forrester.” Kingston informs us once they are gone.
“That explains why she was talking to the boys like that.” Becker mumbles.
“Let’s pick up dinner and go home. I need to hit the punching bag later.” I tell them as I head for Dad’s SUV. He needs to come home soon. Things are beginning to be too much.
Though he won’t even try, I’m sure.
The passenger door opens and I look over to see Jackson climbing in.
“Mother?” He says softly.
“Yeah, she’s trying to make Cole think I don’t want to spend time with him again, I suspect.” I grip the wheel tightly. I push the button on the wheel. “Call Kingston.”
“Yo…” He makes his voice mimic mine, causing Jackson to chuckle.
“Mexican or Italian?” I ask.
“Umm guy with deepest voice chooses.” Becker says sounding like Donald Duck.
Kingston copies him too. “I concur.”
“Jerks.” I say. “Fine Mexican.” I turn off that way. “Meet you at the house.”
“They are trying to lighten you up.” Jackson mutters and I blow out a breath. I’ve been on edge for a while lately and it’s not going to end soon enough.
“I know.” I admit quietly. Kingston and Becker follow me anyway. “So little trust in this family.”
Jackson chuckles. “They want to make sure you don’t forget to order anything.”
We go to walk in and order. At the door is a large group of girls from campus. I recognize a few of them. Senior cheerleaders for the football team. They turn to stare at us.
“Oh hi guys! Great game! We were going to eat, want to join us? Celebrate your win?”
“Yeah, there’s a party later tonight. Football team hosting, but they’d let you in.” Another chimes in. They completely block the door.
“Excuse us.” Becker says, but they just talk more.
Becker tries again, but they reach out to touch his chest. “We’d love to eat with winning hockey players.”
Done and not caring, I bark out loudly. “MOVE!”
They shouldn’t be surprised, I’m not known for my warm, fuzzy attitude or conversation skills.
They jump, but get the message clearing a path and we step inside.
“What a dick.” One of them says loudly, but then in the same breath, giggles. “I so want him. He could boss me around all night long.”
“The bad boy that needs to be tamed…yes please. I just want him to say my name in my ear all hot and heavy.”
“I know that voice, mmm imagine him telling you to get on your knees for him.”
The door shuts and I am thankful for blissful silence. f*****g hell, are they that desperate? The colder I am to them, the more they follow me around.
“I thought the puck bunnies were bad. That cheerleader group was terrible.” Becker grumbles, looking up at the menu.
“Small group. The rest are normal and nice.” Kingston adds. He has two friends on the squad and they complain about those girls.