Wicked Winters: A Collection of Winter Tales by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2020-11-06T06:00:00+00:00

13

Hayden

Saturday 2nd December – 23 days until Christmas

“Sugar, unlock the door for me before I drop all this food,” Steph called through the door as I hurried out of the bathroom with my hair still wrapped in a towel from my shower.

“Coming,” I called back. Unlocking the door I pulled it open, instantly reaching forward to grab whatever hung precariously, which just so happened to be pizza. I saved the boxes and leaned in for a fancy air and cheek kiss. Something Steph had done to me since the day we first met back in junior year.

“Thanks hun, I really thought I was going to end up leaving road killed pizza across our door,” she replied gratefully as she readjusted the bags hanging from her wrists.

I stepped back, making room for Steph to enter. “At least that would’ve made for an interesting article. Student cracks under the pressure of final exams, makes sacrifice to the gods on dorm room door.” I moved one arm across the imaginary banner I could see in front of me.

Steph let out a light laugh at my antics, used to my journalistic dramatics, and put her grocery bags on her desk at the end of her bed. I placed the pizzas on my desk and went to help her unpack the ice cream and wine, putting the ice cream in the freezer section of our mini bar fridge. Steph had turned twenty-one about three months ago, and even though we had both been drinking since junior year, she now felt the need to have a bottle of wine whenever she organized an official dinner between the two of us. Something about Southern hospitality requiring guests not to turn up empty handed. Not sure how that applied when it was in her own dorm room though.

As she cracked open the wine, I grabbed some glasses from on top of the bar fridge. “So, how are you doing with the whole Puck Games thing?” I asked, genuinely concerned about her. She’d barely been checking in for the past few days and we hadn’t really crossed paths long enough to have a proper chat.

She took a deep breath and looked up at me. Her eyes still held an edge of hurt, but now there was a little of her usual fire burning in them. Lips quirked up in an attempt at an amused smirk, “I’m doing okay. I’ve met more hockey players in the last few days than I care to ever meet again. I can even spot them at a distance now. Some are polite about it, asking me for coffee, but others just come right up to me and ask me if I want to increase my Puck score with a quick session in a supply closet. Seriously, who does it in a supply closet?” She flipped open a pizza box and aggressively removed a piece of pizza, almost dragging all the toppings with it.

“Wow, calm down there, your soapbox is stealing all the toppings,” I chided her as I approached with a knife to fix the situation.

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