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“So, I think tonight is the night,” she said, reaching out and snagging a paper off a nearby table. It was the Harbor Herald, the campus paper.
“The night for what?”
“Asher Martino.” The sound of his name on her lips gave me a jolt.
“What about him?” I strived for nonchalant, even though my heartbeat had picked up.
“Well, he’s back on the Hellions, he goes to school with us again, lives in the Hellions’ dorm…He must be overwhelmed with catching up and looking for a shoulder to cry on.”
She raised the paper and tapped the picture on the front page. It was Asher in his high school Hellions jersey, an action shot. The headline claimed that home talent couldn’t stay away from Hade Harbor for long. There was a whole article about his hockey accomplishments. Great, just what the arrogant jock needed.
I pushed the paper aside. “I don’t know, I wouldn’t be so sure. He seems confident enough to me.” Not to mention insane.
Selena scoffed. “Like you’d know anything about him. You aren’t exactly a hockey enthusiast.”
“And you are?”
“There is something I like about hockey…if not Asher, Marcus is a good plan B, though he’s not really a fan of mine,” Selena sighed.
“And Asher is?”
Selena tossed her head. “Maybe it’s time to look outside the Ice Gods, to the rest of the team,” she sighed.
“Whatever. After last night, I’m swearing off men.” I’d called Selena on the way home to talk about Trent Fitzgerald. Since Selena’s late father had been part of Invictus H.H Group as well, she knew the family.
“If Trent is interested in you, count yourself lucky. That boy is going to be rich as Croesus one day.”
“There’s more to a man than his bank balance.”
“Yeah, I know, why do you think I like the Ice Gods? It’s not for their checking accounts…but there’s a reason why you get those conquests out of the way at college. Trent is the sort of man you marry.”
“I’d rather die,” I announced shortly.
“Well, don’t be overdramatic or anything. You’re just saying that because your dad is still alive. Believe me, when he’s gone, and everything starts drying up, you’ll pray for a guy like Trent to come along.” Selena sighed. “There’s Jessie, remember her from the squad?”
I turned to follow her gaze and saw the girl in question. She’d joined the cheerleading squad when I’d been a senior. She was painfully shy and timid. It looked like being a cheerleader hadn’t really changed that.
She was edging past the tables of HHH football players with nerves that were palpable. The idiots were sitting in two booths, with an aisle between them, and had decided to toss the ball back and forth over the gap.
“Still as quiet as a mouse,” Selena snorted. “I wouldn’t be letting those bozos throw balls around so close to my face.”
“No, you’d just let the hockey team do that,” I quipped.
Selena elbowed my side. Just then, one of the throws went wide and hit Jessie before she’d managed to get clear of the danger zone. Her backpack fell, and the contents scattered across the floor.
“Ouch, embarrassing much,” Selena muttered.
Her cell phone came to rest beside my foot. I grabbed it and got up, bending to pick up other fallen items on the way.
I lowered myself beside her. “Nothing’s broken, is it?”
A snigger broke through the babble of male voices in the aisle. “Seems like Jessie’s on the rag.”
I rolled my eyes at Jessie, grabbing the pads that had fallen from her bag and stuffing them back in, but Jessie’s eyes had filled with tears. Her cheeks were red as hell, and she was sniffling.
“What’s with the granny pads? Maybe her pussy’s too loose to keep a tampon in.”
I ignored the ignorant comments to focus on the girl who looked like she wanted to die.
