Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
Briar
I look at the clock above the door and see that it’s three minutes until 1 pm, the start of this interview.
I lean back in the chair and take a moment to think of how to ask the questions, I want the players to be cooperative but also comfortable, I want them to trust that I won’t write anything bad about them since I am spending my entire senior year with the lot.
1:05 I start to scribble in my notebook, I’m starting to become nervous. By 1:15 I’m getting frustrated but by 1:30 I am furious. Who is this guy to just ditch me without even calling to cancel? Blaine is right, Colton is a dickhead.
I stand up and flip my notebook shut. That’s when the door opens and Colton Heyes steps inside.
“Oh behold, he actually bothered to show his face,” I charged, narrowing my eyes while crossing my arms over my chest.
“I’m sorry, there was a brawl and yeah I’m not getting into that right now, but I’m here,” he sighed, but dropped his gear bag on the floor and sat down. That’s when I see the red mark on his jaw, he was hit. Quite hard by the look of the mark. “Hit me up with some questions.”
“Um,” I murmured and sat down, suddenly unsure. “I… okay, but um are you okay? We can totally do this another time.”
But I was lying, I’ve been fitting every player into my schedule, so nothing interferes with their practices or my studying time. If we don’t do this now, I don't know when.
“No let’s do this, I’m okay,” Colton nodded to my notebook.”Practice starts in half an hour.”
“Yeah I know, I've been sitting here on my ass doing nothing and wasting half an hour,” I grumbled. But I sat down and opened up my notebook again. My Colton page is doodled on but I still have a lot of room to write.
“Colton Heyes, center, captain, dickhead,” he stretches his neck. “Wow that was harsh.”
“I was angry, and quite frankly I still am.”
“I’m sorry I’m late.”
“Yeah, I’m going to have to get over it since I’m going to be spending a lot of time with the team.”
“Coach said that we’d be spending time with a journalist and a photographer. You’ll be going with us to away games as well.”
“Yes, but I’m starting to regret my decision about —look we have to get through these questions, so stop distracting me by smiling.”
“My smile is that dazzling?”
Yes.
“No.” I wonder if he can hear the lie. “So first question, how long have you played?”
“Since I was five years old, loved it ever since.”
“When did you know you wanted to go pro?”
“I guess in middle school.”
“And have you gotten any offers yet?”
“I don’t know if I should answer that.”
“Why not?”
“Because that’s private.”
“So no?”
“No, I mean yes, I’ve gotten offers but I’m keeping from whom, private for now.”
My pen — or rather the coaches pen is going to catch fire if I continue to write so fast.
”How old are you?”
”I’ll be 23 in four months.”
A January baby.
”How old are you?”
I raise my right eyebrow.
”And that’s relevant because…?”
”It’s not but I want to know,” his blue eyes are piercing my soul. Damn.
”I’m 21.”
He narrows his eyes slightly while looking at me.
”What?”
”Nothing, you just seem a little… like I’ve met you before.”
We have never met, so I don’t know what he’s taking about right now.
”Har did you do before college?”
I played a little in the junior league for a while before college.
That’s impressive. Blaine didn’t do that, he went straight to college.
I’m going till have to stop comparing them, it’s not fair to Blaine or to Colton.
He answers all of my questions, while still looking att me with a glance I can’t really read at all.
”I thank you for your time,” I finally say while closing my notebook. I glance at the clock, Blaine has ten minutes to get ready for the ice. Which means that the locker room will now be filled by grown men changing.
”I did not think this through,” I sigh to myself.
”You don’t like the male body?” Colton smirks.
”I don’t like when people are late, I told you to be hear one hour before practice so I could get out of here before you lot came to change,” I hiss, I am angry.
”Well, better brace yourself for a lot of nakedness!” The mocking tone of his voice is enough to potentially set me off.
But I keep my calm.
”Okay, this is what we will do, I am going to close my eyes, and you are going to guide me to the nearest door.” On my way to pick up my bag, I hesitate. ”And, you are going to carry my bag, because it’s heavy and I can’t carry inte with my eyes closed.”
”Fair enough.” I point to my bag and he pick it up. ”Godness graces woman what the hell so you carry in this? Bricks?”
“It’s only books and a wallet.”
“And are you using all of these books att the same time?”
I look down, feeling my cheeks heat up. My hair drapes around my face.
”No not really.”
”So you just wanted to torture yourself?”
I look up att Colton and see the mischievous grin on his lips. God I don’t like him, maybe he is all Blaine says he is. I always thought he was exaggerating but he could be right. I don’t care if Colton is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with the sexiest cheekbones to the bluest eyes and if I’d had no sense whatsoever I’d probably climb this man like a mountain right now. But he is a jerk.
“Just please carry my bag, escort me to the nearest door and leave me be.”
“Sure.”
I put my hand on his shoulder and he escorts me through the office, helps me lock the door to and guides me through the buzzing locker room. I hear a few chuckles here and there and I use my other hand to flip of the once who dare chuckle at me.
A door opens and closes, I open my eyes and we are now outside of the locker room.
“Thanks.” I take my bag into my arms.
“Are you going to be okay?” Colton asks, gesturing toward my bag.
Probably not.
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll see you later.”
“I’m about to tell him that there is no chana in hell, but I remember fairly quickly that we will indeed see each other later.
“Yeah,” I sigh and turn around, leaving him behind.
At least for the time being.
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