Page 62 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

He’s interested.

In my girl.

Spinning around, I walk right to Marcus until we’re facing each other.

He’s smiling from ear to ear, not showing a sign of fear in his eyes by my sudden confrontation. I’m giving him what he wants, but I don’t give a fuck.

Puck.

“Mikayla Cross Johnson is off limits.” I lean even closer, my nose barely touching his. “She’s mine, Emerson, and I don’t share with just anyone.” Pulling away, I spin around and don’t bother seeing the looks of shock on the other guys’ faces.

I can guarantee my Heartbreaker Trio are smirking at my bold move, but I just wanted to get out of here.

My hand is about to pull the handle when Marcus confirms the truth.

“Meaning you WOULD share,” Marcus concludes, and everyone is fucking silent.

I’m out the door before they can stop me, leaving behind the chaos that follows as I hear my boys igniting a storm of howls, cheers, and curses.

This is going to be an interesting season.

Rely On Me, Baby Girl

~MIKAYLA~

“It’s so easy to get lost in this place.”

I’m muttering to myself because I feel as if I’m in one of those horror movies, walking through the halls with flickering lights while trying to find which door will take me out of the training rink.

You’d think it would be easy, but no.

This place is gigantic, and it doesn’t help that the regular professional rink used for games looks no different from the training one next door.

There are only two rinks, Mikayla. Why the hell are you going back and forth?

I’m tempted to call Maddox at this point because this is getting ridiculous. What’s holding me back is my pride, which is breaking into pieces with how directionally uncoordinated I am.

Maddox is going to laugh at me.

Actually, the longer I think about it, the more irrational that sounds. Maddox isn’t the type to mock me when I struggle. Sure, there are times when we’re joking as a group when it’s funny to point out and laugh about it, so I don’t feel odd, but between us, he’d take my concerns seriously.

Jayce would laugh at me, though.

I’m standing in place before I realize it, frowning at the thought.

I still hadn’t processed him choosing my medical team for the Pincer Blades. He was actually serious about choosing me, but I couldn’t quite understand why. Whenever we’re together, I feel more of a nuisance and get riled up by his attitude.

It’s like fire and ice clashing with no way to find common ground.

“Maddox used to be our common ground,” I mutter to myself as I look at my phone.

The screensaver has always been the same for years.

The photo of me and my Heartbreaker Crew. All of us, with huge smiles, posing for the grand shot. Who would have thought this would be the only group photo we had?

That we’d distance ourselves, fall apart, and head in different directions until fate brought us together once again.

Only, we’re not friends.

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