Chapter Two
Attraction
The match ended with the referee blowing the final whistle and my school erupted with a loud scream, with the girls screaming excitedly and the boys cheering on loudly, we won the game.
I was glad I came, but either way, I was having fun. I had a new appreciation for the sport.
I was also enjoying actiowatching Jason Andrews, the team's star player, zip around the rink like he'd been born on skates and not with two normal feet.
He wasn't the only one, though. They were all going so fast, like they were flying on ice. It was exhilarating to watch. It wasn't my first hockey game, but it was my first hockey game at Essex college.
Everyone on campus had been raving about the new guy for a while now. His looks didn't hurt either. His picture was flashed on the jumbotron so many times over the night
that I'd lost count.
It was having an effect on the three girls in front of me, and also in my vagina. Ooops!.
With the hockey mask on, you could still see his fierce dark blue eyes.
His high cheekbones. With the mask off, he had a whole chiseled jawline that wasn't legal. I swear. And those cheekbones were set high and wide, giving the sides of his face an indented look, but it worked on him.
Not to mention the messy dark hair on top of his head and how he had the look where he could rifle his hand through it, let it go and It took me a little bit before I realized Ben was down on the ice.
He was staring up at me and he half raised one of his gloves up. I gave him a small nod right back.
Ben tried to get me outside after the whole incident but I couldn't. For a few weeks now I have been indoors and didn't want to speak with anyone.
Wait!Ben was my childhood friend. He also plays in the team.
"We're heading out." Ben was still there. The crowd was starting to disperse. I couldn't see where the other players were.
"I'm going to find my own way back. Thanks for inviting me out tonight."
He frowned a little but nodded. "Okay. Well. I'll catch up with the rest. "See you later."
He headed off, and I went to the bathroom.
When I was done, the crowd had lessened significantly. Still. I knew it would be a wait, but I couldn't bring myself to turn my phone back on. Because of that, I went over to the
door that the players used and slid down to the floor.
I got comfortable.
I didn't have to wait long.
Fifteen minutes later, still sweaty from the game, Jason found me in the hallway. He'd changed into his Essex college hockey sweats and hoodie.
He also had a ball cap pulled low over his forehead, and both his hands were inside his hoodie.
He tapped my foot with one of his and gave me one of those smiles I'd been seeing on the jumbotron all night. "Need a ride?"
"No", I forced out, not ready to be swept by his charms.
He smiled a little and held out a hand.
I put mine in it, and he pulled me up. "Huh?"
"That's the first",
"What do you mean?",
"I have never gotten a no from a girl before",
"Get used to them", I replied not minding I was being rude to him.
I turned behind us to where there was a six-foot mural picture of just him.
He was in his hockey gear, holding his stick and smiling wide for the camera. "That doesn't strike fear in anyone",
Ofcourse, he was hot and he knew it.
Not that I haven't imagined him crushing me against the tile in the shower pumping into me
from behind.
His arms wrapped around me, and one hand slid down my stomach, finding my clit.
He didn't bulge. "I don't take no for an answer",
"I insist",
"Fine, let's go", I replied, seeing he won't stop pestering me.
We walked down to where he usually parked his sleek Benz. He moved past me and opened the car door gesturing for me to enter.
My eyes widened in shock. "That's cool, thank you",
"You welcome", he said as he closed the door and hurried down to the other end entering into the car.
The eerie presence of the car was very much calm. I didn't know what to say or perhaps I was scared of saying the wrong thing.
"Well, I heard about what happened last summer break",
I rolled my eyes. "Ofcourse, you should be aware",
"I am so sorry", he apologised.
I wiped the tears that shimmered down my eyes.
Memories of losing Paxton clouded my mind. Every single scenario.
"If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine",
"No, I do?",
"Okay", he said calmly.
"It still feel like a dream, we had lots of stuff planned together",
"And I wasn't even by his bedside because his parent had to fly him to India for further treatment",
Jason rubbed his arms on my back gently.
"I really want to comfort you please can you let me",
I rolled my eyes. Jason!.. he is offering to help. It was risky. It was enough to draw attention that my boyfriend just died of cancer and here I am chatting and talking with another guy.
"No…thank you", I replied faster than lightning.
"I could feel your pain Whitney I could help",
"No!, thank you for the ride", I said and stepped down and headed to my room.
Could she handle the intense attraction she felt for the most charming boy in Essex college.