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a taunting smirk settles on his face as he stares at the guy across the table. the team decided to hit up malone's after their game, wanting to celebrate after earning another win for briar university. he'd caught logan fixating over hannah again. it was subtle, but not subtle enough. even dean had noticed. it wasn't the first time, either. he's seen the male stare one too many times in the past, but tonight? he's had a couple of drinks and his filter was non-existent. "getting defensive now, are we, logan? i must be right then." the blond let's out a low laugh, bringing the modelo bottle up to the brim of his lips so he can take a swig. "jesus, man, it's so obvious you dig her." he shakes his head. "your best friend's girl? you're asking for trouble."

“ the other guy couldn’t come. ”   yeah. the school hockey guy got mono or something, she was told. so, naturally, the replacement is the one that doesn’t know puck. sophia stands tall and prim, adjusting her fashionably-oversized blazer. what a foolish attempt to be taken seriously : maybe her eagerness will be her downfall. but, still   …   rather timid, sure, she still presents herself with quiet confidence.   “ so, i need to get some quotes from you, if you get the chance. ”

@playspuck / ♡'d.

𝐣𝐚𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.     too many faces,     too much noise,     too much room for his head to get loud when it was already full from the game.     he wasn’t built for the post-win chaos like some of the other guys were     —     the ones who thrived under red solo cups and crowd chants that bled into the music.     he’d played his heart out tonight.     blocked twenty-seven shots.     soaked in the roar of the crowd like fuel.     but now?     now he just wanted five minutes of quiet.

he found it on the side steps of the house.     hoodie up,     fingers wrapped around a water bottle someone handed him on the way out     —      not because he was trying to be better,     just because beer tasted like regret when his adrenaline hadn’t dropped yet.     and then the screen door creaked.     jaxon looked up.     @playspuck.     he knew him.     had seen him in passing enough to know the way his name carried weight.     good hands.     better shot.     cocky in that way that wasn’t for show     —     the kind that said yeah,     i’ll score on you and grin while i do it.

jaxon exhaled through his nose,     head tipped back.     ❝     didn’t think this kind of crowd would be your scene either.     ❞     he wasn’t trying to pick a fight.     wasn’t trying anything at all.     just…     stating a fact.     or maybe checking if someone else felt like the noise was too much too.

<3'd for a frosthawks starter

"MORNING," she chirps softly from the landing; careful not to disturb the rare peace of the early morning. this is, perhaps, the quietest it's ever been in the boy's house — at least, in her experience. she was in no rush to see that changed. catching logan in the kitchen was exactly the reason she had opted to bring her own set of pajamas. though in this certified bachelor pad, she was sure he'd seen his housemate's various hookups in far more scandalous states of undress. but the thought of being caught wandering around in just garrett's shirt was still way too intimate for her to chance it.

・ ⸺ ⋆ his room at the hockey house, as all the girls on campus called it, had more privacy than her shared room with summer. SHE LOVED HER BEST FRIEND, but for this kind of test revision she needed complete silence ... so she commandeered logan's bedroom. while logan wasn't home.

❝   i'm so sick of running as fast as i can, wondering if i'd get there quicker if i was a man.   ❞