Page 125 of Treacherous
“I think I want to quit hockey.”
My chest tightens. What the fuck? Willow loves hockey, every time we are on the ice, she never wants to get off. I risk another glance to the kitchen, where mum is sliding a stack of blueberry pancakes across the counter.
There is a moment of silence and I wish I could see Willow’s face as she stared at the plate in front of her.
“Did you know these are my favourites?” Willow murmurs.
Mum smiles. “Of course. You’re the only reason I keep blueberries in my house. Jayden and Jazmine hate them.”
Willow barks out a laugh and the tension in my shoulders melts slightly. I close my eyes, deciding to move back to my bedroom.
I’ve ears dropped for long enough. Besides, she would kill me if she knew I listened to her private conversation and heard her cry.
Willow hates crying in front of others.
I sink onto my mattress, wanting to know what went down at Nevada. If someone laid their fucking hands on her, I will hurt them.
The thought has me shaking my head and trying to convince myself that this reaction is normal. Willow is my sister’s best friend and despite the two of us not getting along most of the time, I never want to see her hurt.
Present Time – Hockey House
“Earth to Jayden.”
I jump, spinning around at the sound of Hayes’ voice. “Sorry.” I clutch the spatula in my right hand tighter. “Didn’t hear you guys enter,”
Aiden moves his head, trying to look over my shoulder. He raises his eyebrows. “What are you doing? Better question, why are you cooking?”
“No reason.”
I turn back, flipping the four pancakes in the pan over. These should be the last ones. I grab a container from the bottom drawer, scooping all the pancakes into it.
Hayes and Aiden are muttering to themselves, but I ignore them. Finally, I write Willow’s name on a sticker, so no one else eats the food.
“Why are you writing Willow’s name?” Aiden asks. Somehow, I know there is a smirk forming on his lips. Asshole.
“Because they are for her. No one else is allowed to eat them.”
I pack the container into the fridge and refuse to look at my teammates as I leave the kitchen. Checking the time, I realise there isn’t long until my first class.
After a quick shower, I’m ready to leave. It is only once I arrive at campus that a message from Aiden lights up my phone.
*Aiden sent an attachment*
Willow is sitting at the dining table, eating the blueberry pancakes I made her. The thing that almost makes me miss a step and fall flat on my face is the smile clinging to her lips.
I stare for seconds, possibly minutes, relishing in the pride surging in my heart.
I made Willow smile.
And now, I want to do it again.
Chapter 10
Willow Rogers
Everything hurts. My head, muscles I didn’t even know existed, but most of all my heart.
Jayden’s word slipped underneath my defences, ramming into me without a care in the world. I don’t want to get up today, however, I will feel worse if I lie in bed all day.
