Page 23 of College Hockey Bully

It takes a long pause for me to reply, “Because I suspect I might be wrong, and I want to be sure.”

“Wow.” Her tone drips with sarcasm. “The great Aiden Hunter thinks he might be wrong about me. This after making me public enemy number one among the hockey fans and treating me like shit with those awful, juvenile pranks. I’m debating whether to turn a somersault or start crying again.”

“Look, I understand that you’re—”

“No, you don’t understand anything,” she snaps. “Screw you, Aiden. I don’t want to discuss anything with you.Kiss my ass.”

She storms off, leaving me wishing those weren’t her last words, because I’m now staring at her ass in those loose jeans, and my mind is already conjuring an image of her bent over my lap, my lips kissing every inch before I spank her for being so sassy with me.

With a groan, I turn and walk back to the locker room, trying to get my head together for the upcoming game.

Trying but failing miserably.

As I skate into the arena, Scarlett’s ass still sits in the forefront of my mind.

Chapter 11

Scarlett

“Can we leave the conclusion until Monday?” I ask Tabitha, suppressing a yawn. “I’m running on E.”

Tabitha sighs wearily, running her finger over the touchpad. “Yeah, me too. I need the entire weekend to recover from the week I’ve had, and by ‘recover’ I mean getting some quality time with my boyfriend.”

With a quirked brow, I take in her earth-tone tunic and maxi skirt, then the headband that unsuccessfully tempers her wild brown hair. I remember her dating an older guy, but they broke up in March over what I suspect was her being too weird. “You have a new boyfriend?”

“What, does that surprise you?” She shuts down the laptop with an amused smirk. “I might be cuckoo as they say, but I’ve got a pussy. Boys don’t care how you look once you’ve got one.”

“I doubt that’s true. I’ve got a pussy, and no one wants to screw me,” I reply dryly.

Well, except for that one time in high school.Charlie Black. He was an even bigger nerd than me with a dick that did not match his bulky figure. Losing my virginity was the most disappointing experience I’ve ever had. I think it traumatized me into being celibate. At least, until last year when for the first time, I felt a genuine attraction to someone. Not that he’d ever look my way.

“Maybe they would, if you’d relax your facial features and wear clothes that actually fit,” she advises. “I don’t know if anyone ever told you, but you’re beautiful.”

“Aww, thanks Tabitha.” This is probably the deepest conversation we’ve had since she first approached me. “I appreciate it.”

She smiles back. “If you ever want some makeover tips, you know where to find me.”

I give her figure a once-over. “Yeah, I’ll remember that.”

“Well, see you on Monday—” Her smile vanishes as she gasps. “Oh, God.”

“What?”

“A terrible omen. I can feel it in my bones,” she whispers, eyes going wide.

Christ. Just when I thought things were getting normal. “Okay, I get it. I’ll be careful.”

Her grip tightens on my arm. “This isn’t a joke, Scarlett. I’m sensing danger all around you. Something akin to…” her gaze coasts into the distance and she gasps again, “…death.”

My stomach flips. I ease my hand from Tabitha’s grasp, stepping away from her while shaking off the heaviness from her eerie statement. “If you’re trying to scare me, congrats,” I huff, grabbing my bag. “Get some rest, Tabitha. You need it.”

“And you need to watch your back!” she calls after me.

I give her a backward wave and hurry out of the library. Goosebumps still cover my arms as I make my way down the front steps.Damn you, Tabitha for rattling me.

Arriving at the bike stand, I stop, gaping at the spot where my bike had been. Dad had called in a favor at his friend’s tire shop, who made quick work of replacing the damaged ones.

Now, it’s gone.

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