“Gonna be a little hard to do the scoring when I’m stuck in the goal, but I’ll do my best.”
Ah. Right.
He taps on the glass separating us a couple times before popping his mouthguard back in and gliding away. A few girls screech as he skates along the boards toward their bench, one going as far as shouting out his name to get his attention. He ignores them all, from what I can tell, continuing over to where Uncle Trevor has the team gathered at their bench.
Wait, box? Bin?
Ugh, fuck if I know.
I drop back into my seat beside Lexi, who lets out a little hum—one of her tell-tale signs of irritation—and I glance over to find her staring in the direction of Camden and his teammates. Or maybe it’s the girls all shouting at them from our side of the glass that have caught her attention.
“What’s wrong?”
Her eyes land on me a few moments later, and she huffs. “I just hate knowing you’re gonna be subjected to all these crazygirls who are only showing up to get Camden to notice them. Who won’t care that he’s in a relationship. It’s one part of dating Wyatt I absolutely hated, but the hockey girls are so much worse.”
“Pretty sure they’re called puck bunnies,Lex,” Willow supplies from her other side.
“I don’t care what they’re called. I care that they’re not going to respect his and Logan’s relationship by throwing themselves at him.”
I arch a brow at her choice of words. “Does that happen a lot?”
“It can.”
“But, I mean, you trusted Wyatt,” I hedge slowly, having no idea where I’m going with this. “Like, to not, uh, do anything? Cheat or entertain it or whatever.”
“Oh, without question. But it was still annoying or frustrating sometimes.” Her features soften, empathy appearing in her hazel eyes. “Sorry. I’m not trying to be a downer. I just don’t like seeing them act like that toward someone who is in a relationship.”
“They probably don’t even know. It’s not like it’s been broadcast that we’re together,” I reason feebly. “I mean, it’s still…really new.”
“Doesn’t make it better,” she rebuts instantly, but I just shrug and start fiddling with the bottom hem of Camden’s hoodie.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not the jealous type.”
Unless we’re counting the guy who has you.
Willow scoffs, pulling my attention to her. “Must be nice to be so evolved.”
“Perks of being a man,” Lexi shoots back immediately, only for both their assessing gazes to slide over to me.
I immediately raise my hands in mock surrender, knowing this is a battle I’ll never win.
“Fuck the patriarchy, I know. You don’t have to tell me twice.”
“Good. I’ve taught you well.” A smug little grin graces Lexi’s features, only for her to hold out her hand, palm up. “Now, give me your phone.”
“Why?”
“Because I know you, Logan.You’re here to watch the game, not anime on your phone.”
Willow cackles from her seat, making zero effort to hide her amusement, as I begrudgingly pull my phone out and place it in Lexi’s waiting palm.
This is gonna be the longest hockey game of my fucking life.
Seven
Camden
Despite Blackmore’s efforts on the ice—and what felt like a record number of shots on goal from their offense—we secure a 3-2 victory by the end of the third period. It’s always a great feeling, beating our biggest rivals, and the entire team is riding the high when we hit the locker room—myself included.
