Page 26 of Call Me Teach

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Van laughs loudly and draws the attention of the entire team. “Look at you, all pissy and throwing a tantrum on the ice. Just go tell Hayes that you’re fucking his sister, and run up there and tell her. Then maybe we’ll win the game with your head out of your ass.”

I stare at Van before turning away and contemplating his half-ass advice.

If there has ever been an obstacle in my way of getting what I want, I demolish it. Like I said before, I like a challenge, and what the hell am I doing letting someone like her get away?

I want her.

I want her so much that I’m allowing it to bleed onto the ice during the game. That has to mean something, right?

Three minutes until we’re due back in the rink.

Three minutes to risk it all for something that may not even work.

Before I can rethink it, I move down a few spots on the bench and stand in front of Hayes. He’s mid-conversation with our right winger when he glances up.

“What’s up?”

He’s hyped on the game, with adrenaline pumping through his veins, and my only hope is that he doesn’t use that adrenaline to deck me in the face.

It’s always better to ask forgiveness than to ask for permission.

I clear my throat, look him dead in the face, and apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he asks.

I turn and make my way over to the glass below the student section and pretend I don’t hear Hayes behind me.

“Did you fuck my sister, Nolan? I swear to God.”

The entire row of my teammates gasps in between a few snickers. Coach’s voice catches my ear. “Jesus Christ.Guys! Come on!”

My fist bangs on the clear barrier, and everyone turns to look. Hannah’s blue eyes widen, and I lift my finger and hook it toward myself. “Come here,” I mouth.

Reign looks between us, and Hannah’s face couldn’t be redder.

“Now.”

I pull my helmet off and shake out my sweaty hair.

The attention is on us. Everything silences when she descends down the steps and crosses her arms over her Wilder U sweatshirt. “What are you doing?” she seethes. She’s obviously bothered by the stares, but the only thing I can focus on is her.

The glass isn’t super thick, but I make sure everyone can hear me.

“Remember when I said you owed me a favor?”

Hannah rolls her eyes and looks around at everyone staring. Shit, even my coach is staring. “You want to cash in your favor rightnow? In the middle of a game?!”

My mouth twitches. “Yes.”

Hannah glares. “Fine. What’s the favor? What do you want me to do, Nolan?”

I point past her head at Reign. I have nothing against the guy, but she’s mine. “Tell your little boyfriend up there that you’re taken.”

Shock and confusion flicker across her face. “What?!”

“You have to tell him that you’re taken.”

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