Part 2
### Chapter 1: Chapter 1
This was my submission for the Hockey romance writing contest. It's still a work in progress, but it's one I'm pretty excited about.
⚠️This story is mature as some scenes will get very spicy. ⚠️
This ice is about to heat up...
Book-smart Hadley Berry has obsessed over star center Sebastian Tate ever since she moved in next door to him four years ago. She watches him through the hallways at school, attends his hockey games, and has fantasized about being on top and beneath him in her bed. Lucky for her, her crush has just become desperate enough to present her with the deal of a lifetime; If she'll be his lab partner and help him pass his class so he can remain on the hockey team, he'll give her the one thing she wants most in life—him. For one night.
The arrangement should’ve been simple: she keeps him on the team, and he helps bring her fantasies to life.
But soon, he's feeling things he's never felt before and looking for ways to extend their time together, surrendering to a fire hot enough to melt the ice—and burn right through the contract. Because the more time he spends with the girl who’s always wanted him…the more he realizes he might be the one falling first.
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Chapter 1
"There's something inside you. It's hard to explain..."
The chorus of Kavinsky's "Nightcall" wakes me up at five AM...just in time to watch my neighbor leave his house for his daily morning run.
I always jump up like the house is on fire every morning that I hear the song, my heart pounding a mile a minute like I'm in distress or on the verge of death. But I suppose it's warranted—because that's exactly how I feel when I know I'll be seeing Sebastian Tate.
I jump to action quickly, rushing up to the attic and over to the window to peek through the blinds at the bottom so I can watch as he turns his back to lock his front door before he sets off. It’s only a brief glimpse before I’m racing back through the house into to my bedroom to catch him through my window.
It's foggy and rainy today, and the murky weather does its best to cloak him, but I've been doing this long enough to know my way around the darkness. Standing up, I'm able to catch an unmasked view of him as he crosses the street and pulls the hood of his black sweater up over his beautiful caramel head.
My teeth find their way into my lip as my gaze follows him, reveling in his tall structured figure as he sets off into the woods and disappears within the trees.
Sebastian Owen Tate is the star Center and captain of the hockey team, and has been my neighbor for four years. He's an Adonis; a walking, talking, breathing sex bomb with hazel eyes, a beautiful shaggy caramel head of hair, and sharp features seemingly carved by all the Greek gods. I swear his eyes hold little golden flames inside them that burn my skin whenever he looks at me. The few times that he has, anyway.
One look at him was all it took to ensnare me in an all-consuming obsession. An obsession, mind you, that led to many sweaty nights, cold showers, and dreams that sent heat rushing between my legs—along with my pillow. It pushed me to hide between seats in the the bleachers at shcool to watch him during hockey practice. Forced me to set an alarm so that I could be awake just to catch a glimpse of him leave his house. Drove me to switch Math classes so that I could stare at him from across the room.
Embarrassingly bad as my best friend Maeve likes to call it.
But I can't help it. I have no control. I've tried to fight it, tried to resist it—the insane way my body both softens and hardens for him. But I've only ever ended up suffering through agonizing impulses.
I've touched myself more times than I can count after witnessing his many make-out sessions with the bimbos around here. Moaned his name so loud with a hand in my underwear that my throat was sore the next day. Became so desperate watching him fuck and get sucked off against the lockers in the back hall that my hips gyrated on their own.
Maybe I need a baptism to exorcize the demon that is Sebastian Tate—except Holy Water won't be enough to cleanse my soul or cast him out. I need to be bathed in his passion, doused and purified in his warm, salty seed.
You see, I may be a virgin, but I'm no prude. I've had dicks in my hand, in my mouth, and rubbed against me. I've tasted and been tasted. I've dry-humped holes into my pants and the pants of random guys before. I've done it all except had a cock enter my pussy.
And that's something I'm saving for Sebastian. I've held onto my virginity just for him—in the far-fetched hope he'd finally open his gorgeous eyes and see me standing in front of him, begging him to take me. Make me his. Fuck me so hard until the stars come crashing down and fireworks explode behind my eyes.
I know it’s pathetic and borderline delusional to hold out for someone who probably doesn’t even know my name, but my body refuses to listen to rationality when it comes to Sebastian, and I shiver at the thought of losing my v-card to him as I turn away from the window and get ready for school.
Sebastian doesn't usually return home after his runs on school days. He showers and changes clothes at the gym and goes about his day from there, so it's pointless to wait around for him.
I'll see him soon anyway. We have science together today.
And Social Studies and English on opposite days.
The bell rings for the start of the third period which means science class–my least favorite subject–as I slink down at my desk, feeling the heavy stare of Hadley Berry from the row beside me. The girl isn't subtle when she oggles me; she does nothing to hide the way her teeth capture her lip when I lean down to pull a book from my bag. I've seen her around, nearly everywhere I go, watching my hockey practices, posting outside the gym hoping to catch a glimpse, even peering out her window each morning that I take off for my morning runs waiting around to watch me disappear into the woods. She's not shy about her infatuation, either. Everyone knows about her little crush on me. It doesn’t sway her one bit. And I have to admit…it’s impressive. That kind of determination despite the consequences and small talk from those around. It borders on arousing.
The poor thing has got it bad for me. But she's not the only one. I’m the playboy of the school. I know it. Everyone knows it.
What? I didn’t brand myself with the name. The girls did. I just live up to it.
“Another perfect score, Miss Berry. Very well done." Miss Miller places Hadley's test on her desk, a glaring A+ in bold sharpie evident at the top.
Hadley gushes over her grade and takes the compliments of students as they compare papers, and I watch as she brushes some light red hair behind her ear, revealing the crescent of piercings she has. I count a total of five there, including the new piercing at the top of her ear she had done recently, sparkling with a rose.
An irritated sigh pushes past my lips when Miss Miller makes it to my desk and puts my test face down on top of it. "You'll have to do better than this Mr. Tate or else the hockey team will lose their star player."
Preparing for the worst, I carefully flip the test over and spot the 45 glaring at me in red ink.
Fuck. Why do I have to know all the parts of the human body anyway? That useless information has no bearings on what I want to do with my future—to my Doctor parents dismay.
Beside me, Hadley is still proudly showing off her grade to another student, beaming ear to ear with a smile that makes her eyes shimmer in the beam of sunlight that cuts through the window. A twist of resentment coils through me. Why can't I be as smart as her? Why can't I do anything but shoot a puck into a goal? It's not for a lack of studying. I do study. I study a lot. But nothing lands. I don't know why.
"You should tutor me, Hadley." One of her friends teases, presenting a failing grade of her own. "I can offer endless pizza in return for your time." She laughs.
Hadley laughs too, a sound that's deep and bubbly, and pours out of her, "Change the pizza to tacos and we have a deal." She jokes back.
Just then Miss Miller speaks from the front of the room and turns to the chalkboard to write something that pulls me away from eavesdropping on people offering anything to Hadley for just a smidgen of her knowledge like she’s some long lost queen... and it makes my heart bottom out of my ass.
As soon as the board is read, I watch as the student behind Hadley leans toward her desk to whisper, "Do you want to pair up?" He asks, giving her a little half smile like it'll sweeten the pot.
She smiles but shakes her head politely, and I listen in when she shuts him down. "Thank you for the offer, but I was thinking about pairing up with Sam."
Sam is one of Hadley's best friends and you don't usually find one without the other—not that I've taken much notice or anything. He's out sick today. He's been out the whole week, come to think of it.
I stifle a laugh as the shunned student falls back into his desk, obviously disappointed. He got off lucky. I’ve heard Hadley fillet guys with just her words before. Slice them up and leave them socially bleeding out and scrambling to pick up their smashed pride from the floor as she saunters away with her bestie brigade. She’s even told a few of the guys on the team off a few times.
A second later, my phone vibrates in my pocket.
Its Devin, one of my best friends and the best goalie I've ever seen.
D EVIN: How'd it go, superstar?
M E: Not good. I failed. Again.
D EVIN: The coach won't like that. He already warned you about your grades, Sebastian. He will kick you off the team if you don't pass, man. What will we do then? We need you.
I sigh. Yeah, I know. I've been called into the coach's office a few times for my failing tests, heard all the lectures about setting an example as the captain of the team, sat through endless warnings to change my act or be replaced. Blah, blah, blah. He's not going to tolerate my shit much longer.
And if I get benched, then I can’t play games. And if I can't play any games, then I won't get to impress the coaches at Boston University. And if I don't impress the coaches there, then I'll never be a BU Terrier. And then I can kiss the NHL good-fucking-bye all together because there is no way in hell my parents will pay my tuition for college—unless that school is a medical school.
I'm making it to the NHL— no matter what.
But there's fuck all I can do about the failed test sitting on my desk now. I'll just have to sweet talk my way out of another suspension, remind our coach that I'm the fastest skater on the team and a great play maker. And I've got eyes on me from numerous universities around here. So it can't be that hard, right? I've already done it before. I can do it again. I can bullshit my way out of another consequence.
I just have to find a way to make sure that the "F" glaring on my desk is the last one I get or I'm fucked.
Maybe I can get some nerd to tutor me? Get a desperate puck bunny to write me up a cheat-sheet or some shit.
I risk a glance beside me where Hadley is still gushing over her aced exam, her smile wide and bright as she basks in the praise around her.
And a thought pops into my head as her expressive green eyes slide to mine.
I could always just tuck my tail between my legs and ask her for help. Ask my stalker to be my lab partner before her bestie returns to snatch her up— and shatter my dreams of playing professional Ice hockey in the future.
She'd agree to it, though. I know she would. She'd probably piss in her goddamn pants if I set my golden eyes on her right now and talked to her after saying nothing for so long, trip over herself and fall out of the desk just to say "yes" to me. To say, "Oh, god, yes." My focus slips down to her mouth at the thought, and I swear I can hear her moan of exhilaration echo inside my head.
"I'll do whatever you want me to."
I wonder what it would sound like in reality. How those green eyes would look flooded with desperation as she gazed up at me from the floor.
I sit up straighter in my chair, my attention slowly working down her face to the impressive rack on her chest peeking out of her top. Damn. She's got a nice set of tits. Really nice, and big, too. Perky. Fuck. How did I miss that? How is this the first time that I'm noticing them? No, I'm not just noticing them, I'm fucking staring.
I snap my head forward again. No. There's another way out of this. I just have to find it.
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### Chapter 2: Chapter 2
The cafeteria is buzzing with conversation at lunch, with tables of students talking about their days so far and plans for the approaching weekend. Maeve is sitting across from me, scrolling on her phone. She's addicted to social media, that one, and is never too far from the followers that live on the screen.
I pick up a fry and pop it into my mouth. "What's got you distracted today?"
"I'm just catching up on the reels that Sam sent. Since he's sick at home this is pretty much all he does." She says, showing me her screen. It's a compilation video of cats doing funny things. "Have you been checking yours?"
I shake my head. She knows I don't look at the things people send me. I don't use Instagram for pointless videos like others do. I spend my time doing other things and scrolling through pages. One in particular. Okay, two. Sebastian's, and the hockey team account where there have been pictures of him posted multiple times, including one of my all-time favorite shots of him scoring the winning goal against the Blue Devils-our rival school team.
"Why don't you just humor the poor guy? He's sick with the flu." She says, reaching over to steal a fry from my tray.
I'm quick to slap her hand away when she makes a second attempt. "Back off. This is the only school lunch that I actually like, Maeve," When she gets the hint and pulls her greedy hand away, I change direction, "Why do I have to humor him? It sounds like you're doing that just fine for the both of us. Besides, I'm sure he'll tell me all about it when I call him tonight. "
She shakes her head im defeat and opens a small bag of chips instead, "I don't know why we even added you to the group chat in the first place."
That we agree on. I told them both not to when they first came to me with the idea. "I don't either. So remove me." I shrug my shoulders and then peg the clock on the wall behind her. Seeing that the period is almost over, I stuff the last few fries into my mouth and down the rest of my tea before gathering my things together. I have somewhere I have to be and a Center to see, "Throw my garbage away, please. I have to go!"
"That's right, the boys' gym class should be heading back inside any minute now you don't want to miss your precious Sebastian. " She chuckles with a disappointed shake of her head.
I'm not offended. I'm used to it. Maeve is always ragging on me about Sebastian. But I don't care. It doesn't bother me. I like who I like and I don't really care who knows it. Besides, it's not like I'm the only one crushing on the star player of the Hockey team.
"Yeah, yeah, yuck it up... just don't forget to take care of my trash. Thank you. Love you!" I mutter out a quick goodbye and then bolt.
Hadley is waiting for the guys' gym class as we all file back into the school, leaning against the wall and holding her binder down low, her head up high as she stands up on her tippy toes eagerly searching over the sea of heads to find me. When she does, her mossy green eyes brighten right up like some kind of light has been switched on inside her.
I don't understand the girl one bit. She doesn't even say anything as I draw near. She never does. She never greets me or tries to make small talk. She just stands there with that smile on her face, which I'll admit is a pretty nice smile. It's bright and genuine and makes a dimple appear in her left cheek.
That smile makes my mind wander for a second.
I wonder what she'd do if I approached her one of these days. How would she react if I waltzed over there and struck up a conversation while looming over her, my hand posted above her head and cornering her against the wall she's leaning against?
Would she stumble? Falter over her words? Maybe trip over and fall to the floor at my feet? I chuckle to myself. That would be something. You see, Hadley is known for being quick-witted, fast with the quips and remarks, and she wields bravery like a weapon, and no one has been able to challenge her. But how fun would it be to try? To succeed? Oh, what I wouldn't give to be the one to knock her back and send her reeling with my words... my actions. Watching Hadley Berry, uncontested queen of one-liners and bold statements-fumble as she struggled to react to me? Now that is something I would love to see.
Maybe I won't just let her watch me next time.
Devin snickers as we pass by her and enter the gym through the double doors. "Like clockwork, that girl." Watch this, he adds, turning to salute her in a teasing way. I wait for him to return, spinning on my heel and meeting her eyes. My stomach gives a weird clench at the eye contact. "Hi Hadley," He says, putting on his fakest friendliest smile.
A rosy blush creeps across her face as she nods her head and replies, "Hi, Devin."
Although she's talking to him, her gaze never leaves mine, even though I don't say a word to her. My jaw hardens, so I push him along and groan, "Alright, come on, man."
"I wish I had fans like you, Tate." Parker chimes in, shaking his head as we hit the locker room. He's our Right Defenseman and is always ready to keep attacking players away from our goal line.
"You do have fans, Parker." Devin corrects him, ripping off his shirt to change into the clean one he has stashed in his locker. "What do you call Britney and Jasmine?"
"They only want me because I'm good at hockey. They're not fans of the game. Hadley wants Sebby because she likes him and is a fan of hockey. There's a difference. " Parker explains, sitting on the bench to change back into his Nikes.
"Hadley doesn't like me." I object as I strip out of my gym shorts and back into my black jeans. "She wants to sleep with me. There's a difference. "
Devin and Parker look at each other before laughing. "You think the girl stalks you solely because she wants to fuck you?"
She has a crush on me, sure. But it's not a crush crush. It's just a lust crush. She lusts after me. That's it.
"Sebastian, no one is that hot. She stalks you because she's smitten like a kitten." Devin spells it out for me. "And it's beyond her just wanting to see your hockey stick, man."
"Hockey stick. Oh, you're funny." I give him a mocking laugh and throw him some praise on the piss-poor attempt at a pun. "But you're wrong. You're both wrong. Hadley wants me for my body and nothing else." I finish lacing up my Under Armors and toss my gym shoes back into my locker.
"Sebastian, when did you become so dense?" Parker stands after closing his locker and claps a hand on my back. "The girl has it bad for you. So why don't you just give her what she wants?"
"Screw her little heart out." Devin chuckles as he too stands after shutting his locker. "It's not like she'd be the worst lay of your life. Remember braids at the bar a few weekends ago? You said she almost broke your... stick."
I cringe at the memory. Yeah, that wasn't my proudest moment, or my best decision, come to think of it. That girl had no clue what she was doing and the sloppy makeout session we shared was all the warning I needed, but after three shots of tequila and a couple of beers, I didn't care. I just wanted to get my dick wet. It didn't matter whose pussy I used. But it should have. It only took three minutes of her riding me and bending the wrong way to nearly snap my cock off. I yelped and pulled out, then shoved her to the floor and bolted before she even realized what happened.
"I'm serious here, why haven't you slept with her yet? She wants it, probably more than she wants to breathe. Think of how willing she'd be to please you. Give you anything you want. Give you any hole you want." Devin pushes on, trying to paint me a pretty fucking picture.
I still. My feet stop moving. The guys make jokes about Hadley all the time, so many times that I've learned to expect them, anticipate them, but this time something inside me clicks. And a thought I'd never had before forms inside my head.
Hadley is the smartest girl in our senior class. She's certainly the smartest one in science class. There would be no better lab partner I could get than her...so why don't I give her what she wants? Why don't I finally agree to give her what her pretty little heart desires? Why don't I agree to have mind-altering sex with her... if she helps me pass my class first, that is?
In the looks department, she's attractive, cute, even, with mossy green eyes reminiscent of thorny vines, and light fiery red hair that skirts her shoulders and appears soft to the touch and smells so damn good. What? Her desk is right next to me in science class. Of course, I've gotten whiffs of her coconut shampoo before . Plus, that mouth of hers. God, it's something else. It has that cute little pout to it and her lips have the teasing bow which makes it the perfect plump invitation for kisses.
Yeah, the girl definitely has that fire in her that would make hitting the sheets with her eventful and exciting, a better time than I've had in months. Add in the fact that she'd probably be beyond desperate to satisfy me for the chance to be with me and it becomes a no-brainer.
But wait a minute. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself here. She wants me, sure. But would she be so eager to please me, or do anything I asked of her simply because her body craves mine? She doesn't strike me as the submissive type, and I would certainly prefer the brat that I know lives inside her—but would she surrender control to me if I asked for it? Would she let me do anything I wanted to do? Let me fuck her in whichever hole I wanted to? Obey my every request? Fulfill my every wicked need? Suck me off at the snap of a finger? Spread her legs for me with just one look?
My cock stirs awake at the idea and I groan. It sounds like fun. It sounds like a whole helluva lot of fun. A goddamn good time. A better time than I've been having lately.
Devin just might be on to something here without even meaning to do it. He might have just saved my ass and our season. And he might have just made Hadley Berry the happiest little stalker on the planet.
A bell rings out overhead to mark the end of the final period of the day and pulls me out of my thoughts. Perfrct timing because I've got somewhere I've got to be... and a stalker to...stalk. "I've gotta bolt. I'll catch you at practice later." I rush out quickly, turning to mumble a fast goodbye to my friends before I disappear around the wall.
It's almost time for classes to let out and I know where Hadley will be.
Racing through the hallways, bustling with students and staff, I dodge the flood as I spot the back of Hadley's head just a few feet away. She exits the school and crosses over to the woods and I move like an animal to surpass her without her seeing me...until I want her to notice me.
She's only taking the trail through the woods because she knows it's the pathway I take home and is hoping to stalk me through it. Might as well turn the tables on her. Turn the predator into the prey, so to speak.
It only takes a few minutes before her footsteps follow behind me, the sound of nature and crinkly leaves turning to dust beneath her sneakers as we move further into the forest.
And a sly grin spreads across my lips because I know that I've got her. She's too easy. Too predictable. Already so much fun to play with.
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