Page 114 of Wrong Pucking Player

“I don’t even know where she lives,” I mutter.

“Eh? Aren’t you two dating?”

I groan.

“We’re…” I don’t know what to say.

“Oh,” Leo seems to understand as he bobs his head. “You’re one of those.”

“Huh?”

“You like holding the precious diamond but you don’t like polishing and making sure it’s safe from greedy eyes,” he uses an analogy that’s hard for me to grasp.

“What does that even mean?”

“What’s scaring you from making a move, Cyrus Jr.?” Leo asks.

“I’ve made moves,” I huff.

“Having sex with the girl you actually love is very different from making it official.”

“Ugh.” He’s right. “Family shit.”

“Let me guess,” Leo sighs. “Scared to introduce her to the family? Actually, not the family, because your dad is chill as fuck and probably accepted Mack a long time ago. It’s the other side of the family. The rest that thinks they’re damn celebrities.”

“They… don’t think like that, per se,” I mutter.

“Don’t defend them, Cyrus Jr.,” Leo huffs. “Social media watches your bros like a hawk. They’re cocky as fuck, and I’m kind of glad they’re not old enough to be in the hockey field because they’ll just be another photocopy of Winchester.”

Okay. He got me.

“If you’re gonna talk shit about me, say it to my face.”

We surprisingly glance behind us to see Jayce coming from the stair entrance, hands in pockets.

Leo chuckles.

“You ain’t shit, Winchester.”

I can’t help but glance back at the ginger who grins proudly as he shrugs.

“What? He said I shouldn’t talk shit about him behind his back so here I am, saying it to his face.”

“What are you guys doing here?” Winchester huffs. “Don’t you have a bedtime like regular adults?”

“Says the guy out here in the hall at seven in the evening,” Leo mutters. “We’re still working. Unlike your rich ass, we have to maintain our livelihood with actual jobs.”

“Including Cyrus Jr.?” Jayce questions. “Last time I checked, three-quarters of your family is rich as fuck. Only your dad tries to act like he’s in a lower tax bracket so he can hang out with Coach Johnson.”

“Watch it,” I growl with narrowed eyes. “What my dad does with his life isn’t your business. Nor does it bother you and your goal of being the top hockey player in the league, so fuck off.”

“Temper temper,” Jayce taunts but rolls his eyes.

“If you’re here to see Mikayla, I’ll be the first one to tell you she’s not here,” Leo comments. I don’t even know how he knows that. “Vipers are doing a late practice today, and she’s observing with that other team nurse, Master’s son.”

“Adopted son,” Winchester barks as though we insulted him. “I’m not here to check on Johnson.”

“Right,” Leo drawls out the word. “Then who were you here for?”

---