mood killer.”
I stared at him with the banana still in my mouth. D-man skated by and banged on the glass, almost making me choke on the fucking banana. He shed his glove and flipped me off. I wasn’t sure if I choked because of Danny or Eli’s comment about blowjobs.
“He’s jealous of that fucking banana,” Eli said.
“Of course he is,” I muttered.
“Someday, you are going to have to give me some details on that whole thing. I mean, he may be an asshole, but he is hot. Does he have a big—”
“Eli!” I shouted.
“Sorry,” he said. “Hey, how do you choose who gets fucked when you date a guy?”
“Oh for chrissakes, I’m not having this conversation with you right now.”
He frowned. “But I need to know. I don’t want Taylor to think I’m not up on the gay lingo and stuff.”
“Are you serious about this, or are you fucking with me? Do you even know if the guy is gay?”
Eli didn’t have a chance to answer. “Hello, boys,” Janae said. She sat down and plucked the banana out of my hand and quickly shoved the last part into her mouth.
“Gross,” I said.
“Hi, Janae,” Eli said. He immediately fluffed his spiky black hair and licked his lips.
“Give it up, little man,” Janae said.
Eli huffed and folded his arms over his chest, pretending to pout. They used to do this all the time. I think Eli was just doing it now because he knew it drove me nuts.
“I thought you were jumping the fence,” I said.
“Why is there a fence?” Eli asked.
“What the hell are you two talking about?” Janae asked. “Wait. Forget I even asked.”
“Eli wants to try cock,” I said.
“Oh, that.” She shrugged.
“You know?”
She glanced at Eli.
“She knows,” Eli said. “Let’s change the subject. I’m tired of talking about the interests of my dick.”
Janae rolled her eyes. “So how’s the team look this year?”
“Justin’s been eyeing number seventeen,” Eli said.
I punched him in the leg before he could move away. “I have not.”
“If I have a bruise,” Eli threatened. He made a fist and smacked it against his open palm. I snorted.
“Okay children, knock it off,” Janae said. “You”—she pointed at Eli—“go to class. And you,” she said, turning toward me, “stop looking at hockey boys. You’ve had enough problems with them.”
I stuffed the rest of my salad in my mouth and ignored both of them. So, I’d looked at one hockey guy. It wasn’t going to be the end of the world. Everyone was allowed to look. It didn’t mean I liked the guy or was going to go to bed with him. I didn’t even know him, and that was how it was going to stay.
Eli stood up and patted my head. “It’s been real, but like the lady said, I have class. Catch you later, Justin, and quit looking at the boys.”
I flipped him off, and he laughed all the way out of the arena.
“Why am I friends with him?” I asked out loud.
“I’m glad he told you,” Janae said.
“He didn’t give me much, but I’ll get more out of him later.” I wanted to ask her some questions, but I knew she wouldn’t say anything. It was Eli’s place to tell me what he wanted me to know.
She tugged on my sleeve. “Let’s go. I have video of your programs ready to go, and then we’ll hit the ice.”
“Okay.”
We gathered up the trash from lunch. On my way up the stairs, I glanced back at the ice and locked eyes with number seventeen. The heat of a blush roared up my neck. I lowered my head, raced back down the stairs, and jumped over the boards to the tunnel. I ran down the corridor to change into my skates, pretending number seventeen didn’t exist. Distractions were not on my workout list.
Janae was already on the Olympic ice sheet, leaning against the boards and impatiently tapping her clipboard.
“Finally,” Janae said. I sneered at her and sat down while she queued up the video on her computer. We spent the next thirty minutes discussing my programs. I didn’t have the heart to
I stared at him with the banana still in my mouth. D-man skated by and banged on the glass, almost making me choke on the fucking banana. He shed his glove and flipped me off. I wasn’t sure if I choked because of Danny or Eli’s comment about blowjobs.
“He’s jealous of that fucking banana,” Eli said.
“Of course he is,” I muttered.
“Someday, you are going to have to give me some details on that whole thing. I mean, he may be an asshole, but he is hot. Does he have a big—”
“Eli!” I shouted.
“Sorry,” he said. “Hey, how do you choose who gets fucked when you date a guy?”
“Oh for chrissakes, I’m not having this conversation with you right now.”
He frowned. “But I need to know. I don’t want Taylor to think I’m not up on the gay lingo and stuff.”
“Are you serious about this, or are you fucking with me? Do you even know if the guy is gay?”
Eli didn’t have a chance to answer. “Hello, boys,” Janae said. She sat down and plucked the banana out of my hand and quickly shoved the last part into her mouth.
“Gross,” I said.
“Hi, Janae,” Eli said. He immediately fluffed his spiky black hair and licked his lips.
“Give it up, little man,” Janae said.
Eli huffed and folded his arms over his chest, pretending to pout. They used to do this all the time. I think Eli was just doing it now because he knew it drove me nuts.
“I thought you were jumping the fence,” I said.
“Why is there a fence?” Eli asked.
“What the hell are you two talking about?” Janae asked. “Wait. Forget I even asked.”
“Eli wants to try cock,” I said.
“Oh, that.” She shrugged.
“You know?”
She glanced at Eli.
“She knows,” Eli said. “Let’s change the subject. I’m tired of talking about the interests of my dick.”
Janae rolled her eyes. “So how’s the team look this year?”
“Justin’s been eyeing number seventeen,” Eli said.
I punched him in the leg before he could move away. “I have not.”
“If I have a bruise,” Eli threatened. He made a fist and smacked it against his open palm. I snorted.
“Okay children, knock it off,” Janae said. “You”—she pointed at Eli—“go to class. And you,” she said, turning toward me, “stop looking at hockey boys. You’ve had enough problems with them.”
I stuffed the rest of my salad in my mouth and ignored both of them. So, I’d looked at one hockey guy. It wasn’t going to be the end of the world. Everyone was allowed to look. It didn’t mean I liked the guy or was going to go to bed with him. I didn’t even know him, and that was how it was going to stay.
Eli stood up and patted my head. “It’s been real, but like the lady said, I have class. Catch you later, Justin, and quit looking at the boys.”
I flipped him off, and he laughed all the way out of the arena.
“Why am I friends with him?” I asked out loud.
“I’m glad he told you,” Janae said.
“He didn’t give me much, but I’ll get more out of him later.” I wanted to ask her some questions, but I knew she wouldn’t say anything. It was Eli’s place to tell me what he wanted me to know.
She tugged on my sleeve. “Let’s go. I have video of your programs ready to go, and then we’ll hit the ice.”
“Okay.”
We gathered up the trash from lunch. On my way up the stairs, I glanced back at the ice and locked eyes with number seventeen. The heat of a blush roared up my neck. I lowered my head, raced back down the stairs, and jumped over the boards to the tunnel. I ran down the corridor to change into my skates, pretending number seventeen didn’t exist. Distractions were not on my workout list.
Janae was already on the Olympic ice sheet, leaning against the boards and impatiently tapping her clipboard.
“Finally,” Janae said. I sneered at her and sat down while she queued up the video on her computer. We spent the next thirty minutes discussing my programs. I didn’t have the heart to
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