“Not to players who give a shit, it doesn’t.”
“Then what is the point?” I step closer. “You want me to apologize for losing?”
Rowan’s jaw tightens. “I want you to take this seriously.”
“I take it seriously.”
“No, you don’t. You treat everything like a joke.”
“And you treat everything like it’s the fucking NHL playoffs.”
Jax moves between us. “Alright, tired of hearing you two fight like a bunch of girls.”
Rowan doesn’t break eye contact with me. “Party’s at my place tonight. Everyone’s invited.” He pauses. Looks right at me. “Except you, Brixton.”
I laugh again, louder this time. “Like I fucking care.”
“Rowan—” Zephyr starts.
“He’s not coming,” Rowan cuts him off. “End of discussion.” He looks back at me. “You can go home and cry over Sienna.”
I lunge for him, but Zephyr’s in my face. “What the fuck are you doing, Brix?” Zephyr pushes me.
Rowan scoffs over his shoulder, grabs his bag, and walks out.
The room’s still silent.
I clench my jaw and finish getting dressed.
Honestly? I don’t give a shit about Rowan’s party or his dumbass remark about Sienna. I’m fucking over her.
Tonight I’m on a mission anyway.
I don’t have a lot of time. We’ve got an away game tomorrow against Minnesota and an early flight. I have to calculate the time difference, factoring in how long I can spend on this said mission. If I don’t get enough sleep, I’ll play like garbage tomorrow and Rowan and I will be at each other’s throats.
I meet Jax and Zephyr in the parking lot. They’re already in Jax’s car, engine running.
I slide into the back seat. “Let’s roll.”
Jax pulls out without a word.
“Do you remember the plan?” Zephyr asks, turning to look at me.
I grin. “I knock on her door and ask for her.”
“No,” Jax says flatly. “Fucking idiot.”
“Don’t worry.” I laugh, just messing with them. “Fucking calm down. I know what to do.”
We drive in silence. The streetlights blur past. My knee bounces.
When we pull up to Tigerlily’s house, the Honda Pilot isn’t in the driveway.
All three of us sit there. Staring.
“He’s gone,” Zephyr says.
“Could be a trap,” Jax mutters.
