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Chapter 1: By The Way, You're A Jackass.
Thud. I felt my body being sandwiched between the wall and the captain of the other hockey team, his shorter frame slamming his shoulder into my upper arm. I soon felt the sting in my other shoulder from the plexiglass boards, as I caught the breath that was just knocked out of me. Normally I let the cute brunette check me as much as he wanted to, but this time was different. The game was on the line and I refused to let my team down and lose. Quickly I found him as I saw the white jersey with the number 47 across the back; the name Mitchell in green lettering that was outlined with gold just above it.
Driving myself forward I pushed myself as hard as I could, gaining inch by inch and the final minute counted down on the clock. Before I knew it I was next to him. Looking over I could see the fierce look in his coffee colored gaze. But I refused to be intimidated by him. We had been rivals since our freshman years, and I would not let a simple look deter me. So I deftly moved my stick alongside his and slid the small black puck away. Turning on a dime to start flying back towards his team's goal.
Sliding down the ice, I began to hear the crowd from my side of the bleaches chant my name. The steadily called syllables of "Kenneth Knight" raising my spirit, and getting me to push myself as far as I could to pull this off. I began to notice Logan Mitchell pulling up behind me and I quickly Scanned the rink. Seeing my friend Jason open, I gave him a quick nod and pulled back my stick to pass the puck. Jason acted like he received it soon after my stunt, taking all the attention away from me. Not even the goalie noticed that the small piece of black plastic was still in front of me. Slapping it, it flew into the goal as the buzzer rang.
Screams of adulation and hatred soon erupted from the two sides of the stands. A wave or relief sweeping across my body, as I took of my helmet shaking my sweat dampened blonde locks out of my green eyes. But the peace only lasted for a moment before I soon felt my entire team tackling me in appreciation. Quickly the coaches brought us to order and organized us in the line to do the normal good game sportsman thing. But as I went down the line I was patiently waiting for one boy's face to appear. Finally seeing him at the end of the line I stopped, letting my gaze take in the chocolate eyes, compact muscular frame, and sweaty tussled brown hair.
"Better luck next time Mitchell, maybe by then you might be able to keep a puck" I jovially shot at him. Quickly his face changed from the dull of defeat to that sparked anger that always made him all the cuter.
"Screw you Knight, you lose the puck more times than anyone I've ever met. Talk about butterfingers, It's not like the thing is coated in oil or something." he quipped back.
"Yet, I always seem to make up for it by winning, you should seriously stop thinking about taking it and more about keeping it." and with that I passed him with a nod ending our little tete-a-tete. Continuing down the ice towards the rest of my team and into the locker room.
Opening my locker I placed my stick in it, before sitting down and beginning to take off my skates. "You know, you always taunt him, A guy's gotta wonder what the hell happened between the two of you to make you want to piss him off so much," my friend and teammate Jason said as he sat down next to me, pushing his own damp dirty blonde hair from his face as he did so.
"Nothing," I softly laughed, "Nothing happened at all. I've never really spoken to the guy off the ice before." I said while tossing my now loose skates into the bottom of my locker.
"Really? Then why the hell is he always going after you? I mean he's the only one I ever see check you. And your saying all this aggression and taunting between you guys is nothing more than a few trash talking statements in between games? Wow that's fucked up" Jason shockingly commented, throwing his own skates into his locker.
"Ehhh, I think it just makes things interesting." the word muffled by my green and white jersey being pulled over my head, revealing my sculpted upper torso clad with the thick plastic padding that we had to wear.
"Whatever dude I swear your rivalry with him is beyond weird. I mean you two hate each other and yet don't even know each other," Jason sighed removing his own clothes to reveal his slender sculpted body. "Anyways, there's this huge after game party going on tonight, you in?"
"Who's going?"
"Well me, as well as Carlos, Scott, Will, and a few other guys from the team. So you in"
"Why not, not like I had anything else to do tonight, and I seriously don't want to get started on that English assignment until tomorrow. That thing is gonna suck! I swear my teacher is just trying to torture us." I responded finally free of all the pads and gear I use on the ice. My six foot tall, muscular body clad in nothing but a pair of emerald green plaid boxers. My shoulders turning a dark purple from being checked by Logan so many times during the game.
"Yeah well, that's why there's a tomorrow, tonight we're gonna party!" Jason came back with, both of us getting dressed in our normal clothes, and packing all our hockey stuff up into our bags. "So meet me at my house around seven tonight so we can head out. I heard this party is gonna rock!"
"Sure, I'll be there then." I responded throwing my bag over my shoulder and walking out to my car, ready to go home and relax before the party started.
Pulling up to the party and I already started to feel my stomach sink. I had no idea why but the crazy attitudes of my teammates set me on edge, as if they were preparing for some sort of great conquest. The house we arrived at I have never seen before and was in a part of town we normally never went to. It sat there its huge white front with the green fake shutters, and large red stone laid driveway with fountain just screamed money. Me and my friends weren't rich and I didn't know anyone who was. Yet going against my better judgment I decided to follow along with my friends, all of whom besides Jason, who drove, had pregamed from their parents liquor cabinets.
The cold Minnesota air penetrated the gray jacket and red v-neck T-shirt I was wearing, sending a shiver down my spine. Quickly I shoved my hands into the pockets of my tight black jeans, as me and my friends all briskly walked up to the door. My friends opening it and walking inside without caring, setting me even more on edge. I mean I knew most of my team's friends, we had after all been hanging out since freshman year, and no one I knew, knew someone from all the way out here well enough to just waltz into their house.
Stepping though the door I could see that the party was like most others I had been to. The kitchen was filled with alcohol, different bottles of vodka, tequila, and rum scattered over the table and counters, along with a variety of soda and other mixers. The main rooms were filled with kids, some dancing to the loudly playing hip-hop music, while others talking over it with their friends. Taking a deep breath I deciding that since I wasn't the driver for the night I might as well drink something to calm my vexed nerves. So, I made my way over to the kitchen, finding a bottle of rum and some coke, and pouring myself a strong drink of the two. Taking a large gulp I felt the rum go down, warming my insides, my nervousness slowly evaporating into the alcoholic haze.
I walked out to the main floor and looked for someone I knew, just to talk with. 'Fate seems to have other plans for me this evening.' I thought to myself as I watched this petite, curly haired, brunette girl, wearing a burgundy blouse and medium length black skirt walked up to me. "Hey, I usually know all the people that come to these parties and I've never seen you" she stated quizzically at me, he finger twirling with one of the may curls in her hair.
"Yeah my friends dragged me along; said it was supposed to be an awesome party, and that we should celebrate our game here."
"Cool, I'm Camellia, and I'm glad your friends convinced you to come on our here. These parties are a lot of fun, even if your only celebrating a loss."
"A loss..." I choked out surprised.
'Fuck! Did those idiots really drag me to the other team's party. I mean seriously they were our biggest rivals. How the hell could they think this would be a good idea.'
"Yeah, it's too bad...We'll get them next time though" I quickly added, praying she didn't notice the surprised gap between my words.
"Yeah, so you never told me your name you know, and I'd like to know what name to cheer at the next game?" Camellia said flirtatiously, her warm brown eyes looking at me with interest.
"Ohh yeah, I'm Ken, sorry about that."I replied, hoping my normal nickname would help hide me. "So you go to the games a lot?"
"Ken... that sounds familiar..." She wondered aloud, her face obviously showing her effort to remember. "Ohh well," She said, deciding not to pursue the answer, "and yeah my best friend is the captain, so I go to his games and he winds up coming to my dance recitals." she said, causing my stomach to sink.
"Cool, how long have you been dancing for?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from who I was.
"Since I was about five, my mom originally signed me up for ballet, but by the time I was seven I couldn't put up with those stupid too-toos so I changed to lyrical, and have been practicing that style ever since."
"Cool, and I bet you looked fine in a too-too." I minorly flirted back, letting the alcohol override my better judgement. I knew it was somewhat wrong to lead her on, but she seemed like a cool girl and I did not want my sexuality to get back to the other team. Hell, most of my team didn't even know yet. The only one who did was Jason and that's cause he decided to explore my computer one night when he was over and I was taking a shower. God that night was awkward as hell!
"Yeah right," she snorted. "I looked ridiculous in them, hell I don't know someone who doesn't. So I've told you my childhood hobby how about yours? Was it always hockey or did you have some other passion as a kid?"
"Nahh was pretty much just hockey, I mean I played soccer when I was about five and my parents signed me up like everyone elses, but that didn't last long once I learned to skate. Since then it's always been hockey for me. The thrill of the ice sliding beneath me. The rush as I glide the puck towards the goal."
"Wow" She cut me off, "You must really love the sport."
"Yeah, I'm hoping to play through college and if I'm good enough possibly play for the Wilds for a while after." I enthusiastically explained.
"Cool, it's rare I find someone as passionate about hockey as you. Most of the guys on the team just view it as a way to smack each other around since football's not that big around here." She uttered, the disdain she felt slightly evident in her words.
"I know what you mean," I replied, knowing a few of the guys on my team felt the same way. "Most guys just want a way to hit someone and get away with it. So how did a dancer like yourself become the best friend of the hockey captain?"
"Ohhh, our mom's were best friends though college so when they had kids around the same time, they just stuck us together. I still remember the arguments I had trying to get him to play barbies with me as a kid. Ironically, despite being interested in completely opposite sports, we sort of bonded as kids, and have been super close ever since."
"Camellia!" I heard an all to familiar voice happily call out behind me.
'Shit!' I thought to myself 'Why did my friends have to drag me to a party with him at it.' Soon I saw his slim but muscular form clad in a black t-shirt with a gray vest on, walk right past me and hug the girl in front of me.
"Logan!" She called as she embraced him back. Her hands wrapping around his neck as she pulled him close. "I was just talking with..." she began as he slowly turned around to see me, His brown eyes widening in shock and anger.
"What are you doing here?" he growled as he lunged forward slamming his lithe body into mine, shoving me against the wall as if it was just another hockey check. His elbow smashing the bruise he made early today on me shoulder, causing me to quickly wince, before my eyes connected with the chestnut color orbs of his. Meanwhile, my body began to react in the way I so did not want it to right now.
'Damn why do you have to be so sexy.'
"Logan! What are you doing to Ken?" Camellia practically screeched, causing everyone at the part to turn towards us. Their faces betraying their anticipation for some sort of fight to break out.
"Ken!" Logan declared his voice dripping with shock and betrayal. "You knew who he was and you didn't come and get me. Come on! What made you think I would want this fucker in MY house." Logan barked back at her, his alcohol scented breath assaulting my face.
"What has he ever done to you to make you hate him so much?" I watched as a confuse Camellia try to defend me. I really felt sorry for sort of lying to her now as she made a fool of herself in front of everyone.
"Really! Are you dense Camellia, this is Kenneth Knight, as in the bastard who's been insulting me and our team since our freshman year."
"Wait!.... You're that Ken? How the hell could you even have the nerve to show up here?" She screamed back at me, my cover now blown in front of the entire party.
"Sorry about that..." I grimaced, knowing this was going to end bad. "I, A, didn't know this was your house Logan and ,B, when I knew it was your teams party just wanted to fly under the radar long enough till my friends decided it was time to go. I didn't even know this was a party for your team, and if I did I defiantly wouldn't have shown up." I defensively apologized. While Logan's elbow and forearm dug deeper into my shoulder and chest, causing new pain to blossom from my shoulder.
"Whatever asshole" Logan spat out as he pulled back. "Just get the fuck outta here before I have to hurt you." Quietly he turned around, Camellia giving me a dirty look before she too went to follow. As soon as they were gone I began to head towards the door, Jason appear beside me as I walked out.
"Why the fuck would you even take me here?" I asked him as I slid into his car. "and where the hell are the others, didn't they see it was time to go?"
"Well Scott is dating a girl at their school, and Will and Carlos are gonna stay with him. The girl apparently plans on driving them home. As for why, I've seen you go after Logan game after game for no reason, and I wanted to see if my suspicions were right, which if judging by you pants while he was holding you against the wall, I think I was proven correct." he said smugly, while starting the car.
"Just shut up and lets head to my house." A blush slowly creeping up my face. "And by the way, your a jack ass." I finished, praying he would let the subject drop once we got to my house.