“Oh shit, you must be Claire” he says, reaching out to shake my hand before quickly pulling it away and laughing, “sorry, I guess you can’t really do that right now.”
Well, he’s definitely more personable than Lucas is.
Nicholas opens the door wider, gesturing for me to enter. My worry eases as I walk past Lucas and into the foyer, completely dumb-struck by how beautiful this house is.
“Blair, why is this girl in our house with a box of shit?” Lucas questions.
“Jesus Christ, I told youeighttimes that Claire is moving in with us today” Blair —I guess that’s what they call him— explains. “Coach knew we had an extra room and asked if it was cool for Claire to take it…” he continues, but Lucas looks just as confused, “she’s the new assistant coach this year dip shit. She’ll be helping us train.”
I wait for a second to see how he’s going to respond, but of course, Lucas bursts into laughter. The kind where he keels over with tears running down his face.
“What’s so funny?” I snap.
“You?Coachingus?” he says in between breaths, “that’s fucking hilarious.” He takes a step towards me and his face hardens, “you can’t teach us shit, pretty girl.”
I feel the anger bubbling in my chest, he knows nothing about me and yet he’s already made so many assumptions.
Blair grabs my arm and leads me further into the house, pointing out a couple things as we go before stopping in front of the living room, where the rest of the boys are currently sitting. “Guys, this is Claire” he announces.
“Yeah, nice to meet you–” Johnny Davis says, half paying attention before doing a double take and standing up. He rushes towards me and shoots out a hand for me to shake, “you are fucking gorgeous, it really is a pleasure to meet you…”
“Claire” I finish for him, repeating my name even though Blair just told him, “and you’re Johnny Davis.” His eyes widen when he realizes I know who he is, and then his face twists into a smirk, seemingly pleased with himself.
It’s no secret that he’s the biggest flirt on the team, he’s got a dating history longer than most, and a line of girls waiting for their chance that’s even longer. Unfortunately for him though, I amnotinterested, and it’s best I make that clear right now.
“Relax, I’m not one of your groupies. I’ve been watching you practice, so I know all your names.”
Johnny Davis, all star player, both on and off the ice. Black hair and green eyes to match Blairs, I swear the only reason why I can tell them apart is cause of the name plates on their jerseys… well that and Davis has this energy about him, one that makes me feel like he’s the only person in this world who would understand anything and everything that comes out of my mouth. He’s also the shit disturber of the group and loves to target August, I see it all the time on campus and it’s even worse when they’re on the bench together.
I point over to Lucas, who is leaning against the kitchen counter and watching me with a blank expression, “that douche back there is Lucas St. James.” I turn back to Davis and point to Blair, “this is Nicholas Blair, and then the two sitting next to you are Joshua Miller and August Write.”
Joshua Miller, a big teddy bear. He’s the first one to break up a fight on the ice and hold his friends back during a game. His dark blue eyes and fluffy brown hair match his personality perfectly, cute and kind. Unlike the other boys his features aren’t as defined, but that doesn’t take away from his looks, it actually works for him. I’ve also heard that he has a wild side to him. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve heard people talk about how crazy he can get at parties, he’s known for never backing down from a dare, especially when he’s got a couple shots in him.
August Write, red hair and bright blue eyes. Freckles cover his pale skin, kind of like me. I swear that kid could make me weak in the knees with just one glance. He’s competitive as fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him do anything just for fun, but I guess that’s part of the reason why Davis can get under his skin so easily. August is a hard line and Davis goes with the flow. I’ve heard he’s smart, and I’ve seen him hiding in the library some nights reading… maybe he’s kinder than he lets on.
“Yeah, that about sums it up,” Blair says. “Here, follow me, I’ll show you to your room.”
I follow him onto the second floor, watching as he points out all the rooms while we walk down the hall before finally stopping in front of a door at the very end.
“This used to be my room” he smiles, “but I switched to the one across the hall so you could have your own bathroom. I figured you wouldn’t want to share with four stinky hockey players.”
Blair reallydoesseem like a good guy, and my heart melts a little knowing he was looking out for me, “that’s really nice of you, but you didn’t have to do that.” He didn’t have to kick himself out of his own room just for me.
“I know, but it’s the right thing to do, so” he shrugs.
“Well, thank you.” I say, walking into the room. A large window sits on the wall opposite of the door, and to my right is a private bathroom and a walk-in closet.
I drop my box onto the floor and then realize that Blair just said. “Wait… you saidfourof you are sharing a bathroom, but there arefiveof you living here.”
“Yeah, St. James also has his own bathroom, but he wasn’t giving up his precious master bath for anything.”
“Yeah, that seems about right from what I saw downstairs. Is he always that much of a dick?” I slap my hand over my mouth the second the words come out, that’s Blair's best friend… and I just insulted him.
I’m a fucking idiot.
It doesn’t seem to faze him at all, he just laughs “nah, he’s nice once you get to know him.” He turns and pokes his head out into the hall and yells at the guys to help me bring in my stuff.
There’s a collective groan before I hear them stomp their way towards the door.
