Not your girl, Captain!

Monroe “We are here!” Mason calls as he stops his car in the park in front of the girls hostel. “Finally! I was starting to think we would never get here.” I grumble as I unstrap the seatbelt and climb out of the car. He follows suit. “It's not even that far.” He says, opening the back door so we can get my stuff out. I level him with a glare“I've been stuck in this car for an hour and half, it's very far to me.” He drags out my big suitcase, leaving the smaller one for me to carry. Then he locks his car and starts to wheel the box. “Well, it would be worth it. I assure you.” I follow behind him and notice how the girls are all looking at him, and in turn, looking at me. I'm pretty sure they are wondering who the hell I am to let their star player carry my stuff. “I do hope your fan girls wouldn't make my life difficult because we manage to share DNA.” He chuckles from beside me which makes me frown “I'm serious!” I deadpans. “Of course, though I doubt anyone would make trouble for you. I've also told the boys to look out for you on campus” He stops when we get to the reception area. I let out a snort “I don't need babysitters. You being here alone is already ruining my street creed.” If it wasn't because of Mom insisting on me attending the same college as my older brother, I will never be here. He has always been that sibling who seeks the spotlight and unfortunately, I'm the opposite. Him being a star hockey player on campus is already going to ruin my anonymous lifestyle. Now throw in his group of boys….I can already see the disaster waiting to happen. The woman at the reception seems to be in her forties. She checks my ID and lets us proceed to the elevators. Mason glances at me, the same green eyes we share, staring back at me. I must be delusional to think I will have any semblance of privacy, considering the fact that we basically look like twins. You only have to see me to know we are siblings. “They are not your baby sitters, Roe. I assure you, I'll let you have your freedom, but I would also make sure you are always taken care of,” The elevator opens and we enter. Once it closes and he enters my floor, he continues “And besides, what are the boys useful for if they can't take care of my baby sister.” I roll my eyes at him calling me his baby sister. “I do hope that's not how you referred me to your friends because I would like to remind you that I’m turning nineteen in two months” “Sorry young lady, but you'll turn thirty-nine and I'll still refer to you as my baby sister.” “Whatever” The elevator makes a ‘ding’ sound as it opens to a wide hallway. He steps out first and I follow behind. “Do you think I'll have a nice roommate?” I voice out one of my biggest fears of having to share a room in college. I wanted a single room but apparently, they are all taken. Who knows if they just didn't want to let me have it. “For her sake, I hope she is. If not, I'll find a way to kick her out and get you a nice one.” “I didn't know being a hockey player also means you own the school?” He huffs “You'll see.” Some of the girls in the hallway waves at him as we pass by them. I roll my eyes inwardly when he waves back with a wink. Shortly, we stand in front of a door. Room Twenty -seven. The door burst open before we can even attempt to knock on it, revealing a young lady about my age. Her blue eyes skims over my brother like he is barely there, then it lit up when it meets mine. Finally someone who doesn't give a rat ass about Mason. “You must be my roommate, Monroe Clark.” The girl says as she moves away from the door to let us in. “Yes, and you must be Oriah Smith.” She grins “You can just call me, Ry.” Mason wheels my box to a stop then extends his hand to Ry for a handshake which she takes. “And I'm Mason, the older brother.” She laughs “Of course, I know who you are. You are the captain of the hockey team.” She didn't sound even slightly impressed by him being an athlete. His hand went to rub behind his neck awkwardly “I see you don't like hockey.” “Not necessarily, I'm just not into sports.” “Same here.” I agree, looking around the beautiful room. Ry has already made one side hers, leaving the other side for me to use. There's also a closed door I'll assume is the bathroom since the one opposite it is the kitchen. It's open. She seems to like a lot of pink too, if I'm going by the fact that most of her things are in that colour. I myself have outgrown the colour but I can admit it's quite cute. “How come you don't like sports if your brother plays?” Ry asks, the confusion in her tone apparent. I shrug “What's exciting about seeing people run around for one tiny rubber?” Mason nudges my shoulders with his “You've just got bad taste in things.” Then he clap his hands in that way people do when they are about to make a final statement “So, I'll excuse myself so both of you can get to know eachother.” He is already backtracking out of the room. He stops by the door, his eyes on me “Now that you are here, and even though you don't like sports, I hope you'll always come to cheer for me.” A groan was barely out of my lips when he continues “There's a game tomorrow night against Northward, a rival team of ours” His nose crinkles with disgust when he mentions Northward, making me wonder the reason for it. “I hope you'll be there.” Then his eyes goes to my roommate “You can even bring a friend. I'll get you both tickets” Then he leaves without giving us the chance to refuse. “I guess I have no choice but to sacrifice my night for my new roommate.” Her tone holding humour makes me breathe relief because I thought she'll be put off by the way he assumed she'll come too. I grin “What a good roomie you are.” I drop on my bed opposite hers, already tired from the drive over. But then I remember something. “Why does Mason seem to hate their competition tomorrow? I mean, I know people don't necessarily like their competition but his expression was of utter disgust.” Ry also takes a seat on her bed, even though there is a chair beside the bed. “It's a known fact that your brother and the captain of the Northward hockey team don't see eye to eye. Something about the guy stealing Mason's girlfriend in their first year or something.” I am so caught off guard by her response that I have to take a while before answering. “He stole Mason's girlfriend? What an asshole!” I'm already beginning to hate the guy too. “I mean, no one actually knows what went on between them but that's the most widely circulated rumor.” Oh. “Is he very popular too? Like Mason?” I know my brother is pretty popular. There was also a rumour about him being a top pick for drafting three years ago. Whatever that means. But I assume it must mean that teams wanted him a lot. Ry gasped like I've committed a crime with my question “Hate to break it to you but your brother and Eli aren't on the same level. Though I'm not into sports, I've heard news and know Eli was the top number one pick for draft four years ago. The team he got drafted to is also top dog. He's called the Hockey golden boy for a reason.” I give myself a minute to think about what she was saying. Guess we'll see the golden boy tomorrow then. Then I'll decide if he's truly deserving of that title.