My Hockey Alpha

Enzo

“Why did you run away like that yesterday?” I asked.

Nina and I were standing in the middle of the football field. I knew she was supposed to be working, but I didn’t care. After what I discovered yesterday, I couldn’t sleep all night from thinking about her. I had to talk to her.

Nina’s face turned a little red. She looked cute when she was embarrassed; the red on her cheeks reminded me of what she looked like when she orgasmed.

“My shift was over,” she said. “And besides, you were talking to Lisa.”

My mind flickered back to my conversation with Lisa yesterday afternoon.

“Enzo, I need to talk to you about the party,” she said.

I sighed and turned toward her as I was watching my team run laps for being buffoons. “Can it wait?”

Lisa folded her arms across her chest, pushing her breasts together, and pouted until I finally gave in and walked over to her by the bleachers.

“What is it?”

“As your ex, and the captain of the cheerleading team, I don’t want the party after your match this weekend to have any drama.”

“Oh, so does that mean you’re not going?” I asked, to which Lisa punched me in the arm.

“Of course I’m going, idiot,” she said. ” But I don’t want that Nina girl there. She’s weird. She gives me the heebie- jeebies.”

“You’re being ridiculous. Nina never

counts as something,” she replied, pouting

every girl I’ve slept with since our breakup, which was six months ago, mind you, you wouldn’t

and stamped her foot angrily. She was clearly not

see Nina emerging from the locker room. She was lugging that heavy

“She’s Tiffany’s intern,” I said, shrugging.

petty bullshit. Besides, why would

not to look at her breasts as they pushed together, her cleavage sticking out from her

is gorgeous, I’m not jealous. I could honestly care less if you two got back together. Clearly she

hurt, because I knew they weren’t,true. I could tell that she was jealous

I’m not interested in getting

and turned on her heel to walk back to Tiffany. I caught up in

if you would just give me

around to face me, her fists clenched at her sides. “Have you ever even been

didn’t know

my answer, then,” she said, straightening up. “We would be terrible for each other. If I’m going to Chapter 13 Melt the ice waste my precious time on love, then it has to be with the right person… not some jock who only sees women

Now that hurt.

because it

I was inwardly kicking myself for everything. She was right;

returned to her work with Tiffany. I walked away from the football field dejectedly, although I was reluctant

about anyone, not even the werewolf girls that I used to sleep with in high school. All of that felt like nothing compared to how I felt about this girl with two braids who

way she