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“Porking? What are you, 90, bud?”
“Baylor’s definitely gay. I heard he’s got a book or some shit coming out soon about it. Not sure about Koski.”
“Please. Those two are so fucking.”
“Honestly? I’d watch. #nohomo”
“Isn’t Baylor with that bitch ass Tyler Hayes?”
“Bitch ass?” Hayes said disappointedly, then kept reading.
“Nah, I heard he ditched that druggie cuz he was fucking around with TK behind his back.”
“Is there anyone TK hasn’t fucked? Dude’s a manwhore. Remember he fucked Yardy’s wife in Nashville? Got himself traded.”
“Jesus, does the entire Isles organization smoke pole? The fuck they doing over there?”
“A whole lot of anal. That’s what. They prolly have a team expense budget for lube and butt plugs.”
Hayes heard a knock at his door and bumbled his phone in his hands, startled. “Yeah? Come in.”
It was Annelle. “Hey sweetie, your ride’s here. You will leave every weekday at 9 a.m. for training. The expectation is that you return directly back here when your training is done and get right to your house chores. Also, your bags and person are subject to searches before and exiting the rink, as well as when you return here. This is a direct order from the NHLPA.”
“Thanks,” he said, grabbing his backpack, slinging it over his good shoulder, and heading outside to catch his ride. Once inside the van, he checked his text chain with Ryan one more time.
Nothing.
Maybe there was an explanation. Maybe he was blowing it out of proportion. Or maybe Ryan had moved on to someone better.
More worthy of being loved.
Someone who wasn’t a broken, fucked up, worthless junkie.
“Knock it off,” he said aloud softly. “You’re none of those things.”
He didn’t want to do it, but he couldn’t stop himself. He copied and pasted the link to the post on the Lightning’s subreddit and sent it to Ryan, following it up with a few messages.
H: Looks like someone had a good birthday.
H: Sleepover party, eh? Shame I wasn’t invited.
He watched as the message status turned to “delivered” and just as he went to set his phone down on his lap, it buzzed. A hot flash came over him as he picked it up, but the message wasn’t from Ryan.
TK: Just got to the rink. You almost here?
TK: I’m so excited to see you, baby.
TK: Seriously could shit myself.
Hayes snickered at TK’s messages, then decided not to reply since the van was pulling up to its destination.
Dressed in a compression shirt and tights with a gray hoodie thrown over, he entered the building, stopping at the front office to ask where to go. He was directed toward two men standing by the doors to the arena’s foyer.
“Tyler Hayes? I’m Coach Belanger and this is Coach Campbell.” Hayes shook both of their hands as he turned over his backpack to them for a search. “NHLPA rules, Tyler. It’s not that we don’t trust you,” Coach Belanger said as he began searching through the bag as Coach Campbell had him empty his pockets and patted him down.
“Nah, I get it. It’s fine,” Hayes replied, taking his bag back. “Just Hayes.”
“Nice to meet you, Hayes. We’re gonna be working with you and Travis every day, getting you both back into playing shape. Every day will consist of either focused lifts or speed and mobility sessions, with possibly an extra conditioning session or two thrown in, depending on your areas of weakness. We’ll follow that up with two hours of ice time, then finish with yoga. League thought it might be beneficial for you both not only physically, but mentally as well. Any questions, Hayes?”
