My Hockey Alpha

Just as I thought, Jessica came home an hour later with a frown on her face.

“Where did you go?” she said.

I looked up from my book as I sat on the couch. Thankfully, I had prepared an excuse beforehand.

“My stomach started to hurt,” I replied. “Probably from all the alcohol last night. I couldn’t get through the crowd to make it back to you, so I just decided to come home.”

Jessica let out a sigh and walked over to her door.

“I hope you’re feeling better now at least, because there’s a party at the fire pit later since we won the game. And don’t even think about saying no! You have to put on a sexy outfit and show Justin what he’s missing.”

With that, Jessica disappeared into her room — presumably to get ready for the party. I sent Lori a quick text.

“Where u at? U going to that party later?”

A few minutes later, Lori replied: “Yeah. I promised Jess.”

I put my phone away with a sigh and closed my book. It was already seven o’clock, so the party would probably start in an hour or two. I decided to shower and change.

For some reason, as I got ready, I found myself actually caring about looking good… But not to make Justin jealous.

I wanted to look good for Enzo.

Jessica, Lori and I made our way to the party around nine o’clock. It was located outside, about a mile into the woods behind the school. It was an old campground from the 1970s with several little cabins, which had been cleaned up and repurposed by the students here for generations to use for… Well, you know.

As we approached, I could see rambunctious boys whooping and throwing beer cans into the fire and flirting with girls. Alongside

as soon as we arrived, she pulled out a joint and wandered off to go sit and smoke by herself. Jessica and I had become used to this by now, and didn’t mind our strange friend’s loner

boots, and wore a leather jacket on top. I still had my hair in braids, but I put on a little eyeliner and lipstick. Hopefully I wouldn’t

replied. “You

over to a cooler nearby and grabbed a beer while Jessica stopped to flirt with a drunk guy. I took a sip and looked around as I tried to decide whether I wanted to join the dancing or

like angry voices coming from inside one of the cabins. I

pretty fucking clear that I was just

voice immediately: it was Lisa. And

up with my girlfriend for you! You

Justin.

scoff. “I never said that,” she replied. “Besides, you knew what you were getting into. Why would I make things exclusive

pissed that he broke up with you. So why don’t you go out there and ask him to

sound of stomping across floorboards, and then the

from the

over her shoulder and jogged down the steps. I followed her with my gaze all the way to the fire pit, where Enzo was standing and drinking while a group

up to him. Most of the other girls at this university wouldn’t dare walk up to Enzo so nonchalantly with so many girls around him, but seeing as Enzo and Lisa used to date, it wasn’t entirely

my surprise, his eyes flickered to me briefly over Lisa’s shoulder. I felt like he was looking into my soul again, but

doubt pushing her breasts together — and rocked back and forth from her heels to her toes.

his beer, looking Lisa up and down. Around them, people began to watch

up ages ago, Lisa,”

said. “You can’t tell me you don’t miss

the other girls as though Lisa wasn’t even there. With a huff, Lisa stormed off. When she was gone, however, his gaze traveled

behind one of the unoccupied cabins. I just needed a few minutes alone, and then I