Kade

A few months later

I blink against the harsh and blinding rays of sunlight as I stir awake. My brain was currently in the middle of a drum solo, and my body felt like it had been hit by a bus. Twice.

"Can someone please turn off the fucking sun?" Someone groans from my left.

It takes me three tries until I finally have my eyes open, and my body sits up and meets Rowan's bloodshot eyes, "Never. Again." I croak out, and nearly recoil at the taste of my own mouth. My teammate/roommate nods his head, then winces in regret.

"Agreed to disagree fuckers." Grant slurs from his pink flamingo floaty in the pool, wearing ridiculous 2020 sunglasses.

It was 2025 for fucks sake.

"The pain. Make it stop." The chick on my left groans out, and then sits up, flashing us with two plump boobs and pierced nipples. I stare at them long enough to realize...

"Are those little dicks?" Rowan asks on my right; I wince when I see his sunburnt skin. The chick smirks and grabs hold of her tits as if to give us a close up.

"Yup."

I shake my head, "I need water, a shower and like 20 painkillers." I've partied hard before, but never have I had to party to mend a broken heart that wasn't even mine to mend.

"Yeah, let's get going before we get kicked out." Rowan, my broken-hearted friend, stands up and stumbles as we begin to walk out of the pool area of the apartment complex.

Who do we even know that lives here?

"Hey! Help me out." Grant yells from his flamingo floaty. Shit we forgot about him.

Rowan snorts, "I'll get him." Leaving me to walk to his beat-up old truck.

"You have the keys?" Rowan asks as he checks his pockets, and I do the same, only to come up empty-handed.

"Hey. Do you guys' mind giving me a ride?" The chick with the dick piercings-still shirtless mind you - asks, and she comes towards us with a bag and hands it to me. I raise a brow at the bag but take it reluctantly. Opening it to find all our phones and keys.

Rowan sighs, taking off his t-shirt and hands it to her, "Yeah, sure." She smiles at him in thanks as she slips on the t-shirt and practically drowns in it.

"You're such a sweet guy. And that girl Zoey didn't deserve you. Especially with the way she treats you." She says once we're settled in the car. Rowan and I turn to look at her, then look at each other.

Then back at her, "Who even are you?" I ask, accidentally skipping all the niceties.

"Brittany." She ignores my harsh question and smiles.

Grant eventually show up and hop in, "Aw man, I wanted to see Britt's piercings." Grant whines disappointed at the sight of Rowan's t-shirt covering her tits.

She gives him a sly smirk, "Call me, and maybe I'll let you see them tonight."

I tone the two of them out as they continue their flirting once we're on the road and go through my phone.

Coach

Meeting in the auditorium at 1:30pm
Be late and you'll face an extra hour
worth of painful practice.

Fuck. It was already 12:15.

"Guys, we have a meeting to get to." Trent voices after reading the same message.

We're at a red light and Rowan takes the opportunity to check his phone too. Only to literally chuck the fucking device in the cubby. His face drained from blood as he ran a hand through his hair.

"What the fuck was that about?" I ask with a chuckle.

Rowan groans out miserably, "I drunk texted Zoey." And defeatedly rested his head against the steering wheel.

Collective "oh shit's" fill in the air in the car as we stare at him. "You dumb motherfucker." Grant shakes his head in disappointment at his friend.

***

We're late by 12 minutes when we finally show up to the mandatory meeting because a certain someone-Grant Nelson- had dick piercings Brittany in the shower with him forever.

On the bright side of such a "well organized morning", Coach wasn't in the auditorium by the time we slipped in. Though it doesn't go completely unnoticed when our team captain, Drew spots us and gives us that authoritative look a parent would give to his ill-disciplined children.

Doesn't help with the fact that he is a dad to an adorable two-year old girl.

"You're late." Drew sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. Drew is usually a chilled and just a really loveable guy. But man is he obsessed with all things rules and regulations.

"I love you too Cap." Grant mutters and tries to give him a hug.

"Touch me and I'll break your arms." Drew warns and thankfully Grant heeds his threat.

"No need to be so aggressive, babe." Grant says with his hands held up. "I'm telling Avery how mean you were to her favourite uncle."

Rowan frowns, "I'm her favourite uncle."

"Please don't do this shit again." Drew mutter makes me snort. The whole team had a huge bet into trying to make Drew's baby Avery choose who her favourite non biological uncle would be.

"Man shut the fuck up and sit down before coach kills us." Rowan shoves Grant down the aisle. I turn towards Drew in question,

"I'm guessing you don't know what this meeting is all about?"

Drew shakes his head, "Nope."

"Alright, it looks like everyone is here." Coach says as he walks in and steps behind the podium on stage.

I make my way to the empty seat beside Rowan, whose knee couldn't stop bouncing in agitation. "You think she-who-shall-not-be-named saw your drunk texts?" I whisper, finding the situation my poor friend has gotten himself into very amusing. Rowan and Zoey were like that annoyingly perfect couple, high school sweethearts until Rowan got into Hudson for ice hockey and Zoey went to Julliard for ballet. The distance wasn't working out for them and so my romantic friend decided to make a surprised visit and caught her with the dude she told him not to worry about. I can't necessarily say I don't like Zoey because I've only met her like once on a face-time date the two of them would have. But she broke him.

Coach begins talking, "You're all probably curious as to why I'm holding this meeting in the auditorium and not in the rink where we would usually-"

"If she hasn't already watched the videos I sent, then there's no doubt she hasn't already put a restraining order on my ass." He sulks back in his seat.

"Videos?" I can't help but chuckle. "As in plural?"

"Because of the media department-" Coach continues.

"Why did we ever think it was a good idea to leave Grant in charge of keeping my phone away from me?" He groans from underneath his hands, visibly miserable.

"Because we all know that Grant misplaces shit a lot when it's in his drunken possession?" Trent snorts on the other side of Rowan.

"To prepare themselves better for their future career paths-"

"Hey, that fucker stole his own phone right from under my nose. You all know how sneaky he can be when he's drunk." Grant points an accusing finger at Rowan.

I try so hard not to full on cackle when I remembered something from last night, "oh shit! And then he kept making excuses too."

"Man made it sound so convincing that it was for his recent 'assignment'." Grant and I began snickering like naughty children.

"You all have no choice but abide-"

"Yeah, laugh at my misery won't you." Rowan glares at us but you could see him fight back a smile.

My stepbrother twists in his seat to glare at us. "Could you four shut it?" Dylan hisses from a seat in front of us.

Grant completely ignores Dylan, "Do you think I should get nipple piercings?" This gets everyone seated around us laughing. This fucking clown.

"Oh please, do share with the rest of us." Coach calls us out, arms crossed over his chest, and clear annoyance laced his face. Hell, I think I can see his moustache twitch from all the way over here.

Grant clears his throat and stands, Rowan's already covering his eyes with his hands, and I pull the baseball cap over my face because I knew I had laughter written all over it, "I was just wondering aloud if I'd look prettier with nipple piercings." He not only states so bluntly but then proceeds to make a cupping gesture around his chest as if he had boobs. 

While the rest of the team dies from laughing at Grant's stupidity, the coach looks like he is on the verge of a stroke.

"You know what, I miss the person I was before anything ever came out of your mouth, Grant." We nearly pissed our pants the way we all laughed at coach's response. But our laughter died when coach chuckled along with us.

"Haha, you four are getting an extra hour at practice. And it will be hell on ice."

Rowan smacks the back of Grant's head, "You dumb motherfucker."

"I think you'd look very pretty with nip piercings dude." I sarcastically simpathis with him and the asshole blows me 

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