Page 62 of Falling for You

Damn stupid crazy jealous woman!

Chapter 26

Taylor

“He fucking cheated!” Paul claims as he rubs a towel through his hair, making everyone chuckle, and Ezra chimes in, “Liam didn’t cheat, he just told you to look behind you, and you fell for it like an idiot, meaning he won the puck off.”

The boys laugh harder, and I shake my head as I slip my boots on.

Coach decided to play the two goalies against each other after hearing Paul claim he was better than Liam. The rules were to stop the puck from entering the net, and the goalie with the most pucks saved would start the next game.

Safe to say Paul lost, and not just because Liam tried to psych him out, which worked. The fucker didn’t even hesitate to look behind him, knowing Seth was about to shoot.

“Paul, you couldn’t save any of my hits, so stop blaming Liam, who could save my hits and get on that fucking ice and practice before the next game; otherwise, you’ll be a permanent bench warmer,” I state as I stand, and he drops his head clearly forgetting I was in here.

Fucking idiot.

I look around the room to see every eye on me, and I remind them, “Two teams have now tried cheating to win, one succeeding in putting me out of the game, which lost us two fucking games.”

The boys nod, taking things seriously, while Paul swallows hard. I notice Coach Williams standing near the entrance, but I ignore him and continue, “We need to keep our heads in the game, especially after the shit with the Eagles,” I look around the room, “Just because the other teams have frowned upon what has happened doesn’t mean they haven’t thought of a way to try and get away with some of it. You all want to celebrate, then fine, but do it after we win the cup.”

Ezra smirks as our team stands up straight, and I grab my bag before making eye contact with Paul, who breaks it instantly.

The fucker is on thin ice, and he knows it. Don’t fucking brag about being better than the number one goalie in the NHL who happens to be on your team, especially not in front of me when he can’t even stop me.

Sneering at him, I turn and walk towards where Coach is still waiting. My gut tightens at the cold look on his face, hiding his emotions, and I know something is wrong.

“Coach,” I say when I am close with Ezra by my side and not one teammate behind me says a thing.

The coach never comes inside the locker room unless it’s important.

“I had a call from your dad,” he says, and I brace myself. “Penelope had forgotten Hudson’s bag on the way to her dad's and turned around to get it…”

The hairs on my arm instantly rise, and I cut him off, “Just tell me, Coach,” and Ezra grips my arm.

My whole body vibrates with fear as adrenaline runs through me.

They have to be okay; they just have to be, but something is telling me my girl is hurt.

“Elena broke into your place and attacked Penelope,” he says quickly and my team curses and shouts behind me as Ezra’s grip tightens.

“Boys!” Henry shouts, and they all look our way again.

Coach Williams continues, “She left Hudson in the car with her sister, and when she realized someone had broken in, she called her sister and then stupidly decided to investigate quietly.”

“Until she realized it was Elena, right?” I confirm, and Coach winces.

“She confronted her, yes, and Elena charged at her, and they fought. Pen managed to knock Elena out as security entered your place,” he confirms.

I nod but can see Coach is still hiding something, and I demand, “Where is my girl?”

Coach looks at Henry, then back at me, and admits, “She’s at Heaven’s Medical Center with a gash down her arm. She’s okay, though!”

I grit my teeth and give Coach a nod before moving past him, and as soon as I’m out of the locker room, I pick up my speed to a run, suddenly really fucking happy that I brought my bike today, meaning I can get through any traffic.

“I’ll follow,” Ezra shouts as we get to the parking lot and I throw my bag at him before running towards my bike, all whilenausea fills me at the thought of her or Hudson being hurt in any way.

I swear to fuck, Coach better be right, and my girl better be okay.

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