DOMINIC STRYKER
The hockey dorm/ Ice Cage was a war zone. Red solo cups littered the floor, spilled alcohol coating every surface. The air reeked of sweat, booze, and bad decisions. In the living room bodies were draped over couches, sprawled across the floor, some half dressed and others completely passed out, it was no secret of whatever happened here the previous night. Upstairs in Dominic's room wasn't any different. Clothes thrown anywhere carelessly and a few cans of beer on the floor, others under the bed.
Dominic groaned as he blinked awake, his head pounding like someone had taken a slap shot to his skull. His mouth was dry and his limbs heavy, and the worst part? The warmth beside him. His gaze shifted and there she was, blonde, smug and very naked under his sheets
"shit"
Before he could process how he ended up here, the girl beside him stretched, yawned and looked at him with a smile. But it was wiped off instantly when Dominic shouted at her "get out!" she looked unimpressed, "wow, charming. You weren't grumpy last night" she rolled her eyes, "I don't remember last night" he replied with a hoarse voice.
"figures" she muttered before climbing out of bed. She grabbed her clothes without bothering to cover herself "they were right just a damn fuck boy" Dominic chuckled "you just knew! Oh, and mind you I don't like blondes" he didn't care, "fuck you" she flipped him off the middle finger before disappearing into the hall.
Dominic winced as the door slammed shut, his headache worsening, and the light that was burning in his eyeballs wasn't helping either. His eyes scanned the room seeing the mess before it fell on the wall clock, "shit. Shit. Shit" coach was going to murder them.
He stumbled to his feet, rubbing his temples, throwing on a boxer and running downstairs. He kicked at the nearest lump of blankets, "wake up idiots! Clean this shit up before the coach gets here" he was replied with groans, curses as someone fell off the couch with a loud thud. That should wake them up, he started himself cleaning as the rest followed, and by the time they managed to make the Ice cage look presentable there was no hiding the aftereffects on their faces. "You look like a fucking mess!" one of the teammates Bob joked as they glared at him, "have you seen your pathetic face in the mirror?" and now they bickered to the obvious. Bloodshot eyes, sluggish movements, it screamed hungover disaster and coach was going to notice. He might have let them have a party after making that bet about winning but, he strictly forbade alcohol but did the idiots listen? No!.
And now it was no secret the coach was going to punish them with extra skating, they'd be doing suicide skates on the rink till they puked.
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Later that late morning Dominic made his way to the rink taking a stroll lucky for them and the hangover, it was a weekend it meant some good time to rest being a hockey player came with advantages. For now his headache was manageable but the dread in his guts wasn't. Their couch could sometimes be a crazy lunatic hats off to him.
But as he neared the entrance, his steps slowed. There standing with a bag slung over his shoulder and a hockey stick in hand was Ian Kade. That made Dominic smirk. "Finally came to apologize, huh!". The previous night a little birdie told them Ian Kade was off the Vortex team because he cheated and that called for some shots in celebration it meant no more hindrance, but Dominic was a little sad he likes competition and only Ian managed to give him that, he would be missed.
Just before he turned around the Coach's whistle cut through the air, sharp and demanding, it made him confused. Today's practice was later in the evening, so what was going on.
"everyone in, now!"
Dominic frowned, exchanging glances with his teammates, who came running and stood beside him. Abrupt meetings were never a good sign, did someone snitch on them, but everyone respects him to do that.....now what?.
Coach stood at the front, arms crossed, gaze as sharp as ever, but then he stepped aside and Ian stepped forward head high and confident but a look in his eyes saying he wasn't happy to be here.
"meet your new teammate" the coach added.
Silence.
Dominic, who was waiting for an apology with a smirk, it now dropped.
No way!!!!.
This was going to be a problem.
Luckily for Dominic his teammates shared the same distaste with the guy, he wasn't the only one disappointed. Before he could say anything else, Ian was dismissed to go and settle in his own dorm and the coach glared at them, here it comes.
"Coach, why do you have to let a cheater on our team?" Bob again having the guts asked but coach only slung a hand on his shoulder "how about you tell me why you reek of booze" everyone looked away having nothing to say "coach I can explain-"
"you hormonal idiots couldn't help yourselves at, huh?" he amused shaking his head "and now I get to spend my morning watching you suffer, I should be mad but honestly this is going to be fun" no one dared to speak, he brought the whistle to his lips
"suicide skates" he announced casually, "Full length. No breaks. And if I see one of you slacking ...." he pointed the hockey stick at each one of them, "we'll start over." Groans filled in the air but no one protested, they knew better.
The whistle blew.
"Faster, lovebirds!" he barked, "Since your bodies were so full of energy last night, let's burn off some of that hormonal stupidity!"
Another groan. Another whistle.
The punishment had only just begun.