Page 10 of Treacherous
I’ve only been to one class, but I knowAdvanced Human Nutritionwill be the death of me.
It’s biochemistry on a very specific scale. There are some topics that will be interesting though, we discuss metabolic reactions that involve vitamins. Researching the impact of different vitamins is one area of dietetics I’m interested in, so I should do okay in this class.
A lack of light filtering through the window forces me to shut my laptop. Pink and orange loiter in the sky, waiting for nightfall to come.
I didn’t realise it was close to seven o’clock, but I need to leave. Cooper didn’t say a time in his messages, though I’m sure they want to start soon.
The drive isn’t far, as the Hockey House is technically a part of Lakewood’s campus, however, it is further away than other student accommodations. Most of the accommodation is behind the university buildings, but I’m glad to be where I am.
I’ve been here for a week, and it’s peaceful, which isn’t how I would usually describe living with eight boys.
The Hockey House comes into my view, the blue-painted front causing it to stick out amongst the white houses that litter the streets. Compared to the others, the house seems older with the paint chipping away, but it has character.
I spy the cement driveway, cheering to myself as I steal the final parking spot. For such a big house, the garage and driveway are very small, with only three cars fitting in both places.
Music blasts through the house, along with fits of laughter from the guys who have already taken their seat on the lounge. I smile, running my hand along the rough, wooden stair railing.
My belly flips, a smile never leaving my lips as I traverse up to my bedroom. I have a good feeling about tonight.
Chapter 4
Jayden Allen
Games night is a Hockey House tradition.
Most of us have been on the team since freshman year but we do get new members join us sometimes. Thus, we introduced games night, where one night before the season and classes become hectic, we bond through secrets, embarrassing truths and alcohol.
Usually, we host this night on a Friday or weekend, but all our schedules were too busy, so Monday was the only day we were available.
The strength and conditioning session earlier today was hard, however, consistency is vital to building fitness for the season ahead. Tomorrow, we are completing drills on the ice, my favourite session. This year Coach West has scheduled thesesessions at night, which works better for my schedule as my classes are in the morning.
I slam my foot on the brakes as I turn into our driveway.
Who the fuck has parked in my spot? Although we don’t have official parking spots, it’s well known that I park my car in the second spot as I leave early in the morning for the gym.
Reversing, I search for a park on the street. I fucking hate the lack of parking at this place.
I grind my teeth against each other, blood boiling on the walk back to the Hockey House. My breathing is laboured, forcing me to focus.
I’m in control.The words rattle in my mind, eventually being drowned out by the booming music.
I head straight upstairs, entering my bedroom, I discard my bag before finding something to change into. A pair of black shorts and an old hockey jersey. I plug my phone and laptop in, placing my textbook on the wooden desk.
My only class today wasBusiness Writing, which is a complete waste of time. To me, anyway. I’ve been studying Sports Business for four years; I think I know what I’m doing. But it’s a required class, so I will suffer through it.
My phone buzzes and my eyes scan the home screen.
Jazmine Allen:
Hey, Theo and I are leaving now.
Me:
Great. See you soon.
My frustrations alleviate slightly after reading Jaz’s message. I invited my sister and her boyfriend as they wanted something to do tonight.
During the hockey season, I don’t have time to spend time with her, so this was a compromise. Plus, the guys are good friends with both Theo and Jaz.
