"Wake up!" A voice booms from outside my door. I walk out of my bathroom and open my door to be met with Chase.

"What's up?" I ask walking away from the door and back to my bathroom. I take off the towel from around my neck and dry my hair. I hear Chase walk into the bathroom, stopping at the doorway.

"Want to go to the arena with me, to watch the hockey taps for Sunday's game?" He asks. I take the towel away from my head and lean onto the counter, looking at Chase through the mirror.

"For the game against Harter?"

"Mhm, I wanna look at their play. You down?" He asks again.

I shrug, "Sure why not." I look down at my phone, it's 10am and I have no plans for the day.

"Got it, I'll be waiting in the kitchen. We can take my car." He says before leaving. I go back to drying my hair with a towel

After I'm satisfied it's not dripping wet, I go to my dresser and pull out cargo pants, a tee and hoodie.

I walk downstairs and into the kitchen where Chase is eating cereal. "Let's go." I say going into the cabinet and grabbing a protein bar.

Fifteen minutes later we're parking in the lot of the arena. I called coach to ask if we could come and he said that we can since the arena is already unlocked which confused me, but then I see Katherine's pick up in the lot.

"Kitty's here?" Chase voices my thought as we walk through the doors.

At the thought of Katherine here sends strange shit to my mind and chest. Last time I saw her was when I taught her how to cook. What she hadn't noticed was how hard my dick was almost the entire time.

"I guess so." I say, as we go towards the lounge room where we usually watch games, mostly NHL games, but sometimes before games we like to watch the other teams older games.

Chase goes directly to the sofa while I go to the computer. I click on a couple things, eventually clicking on one of Harter games. I walk off and on the other sofa since Chase is laying on the other one.

We're 45 minutes in and were getting heated loud conversations about the game and team itself. "That play should've been a penalty." I shout at the television.

"Yo that's the second time he does that, watch out for him Rohan." Then on the television shows a speeding player going for a goal, and it misses because the opposite team got it, the Harter player who had it goes for him. "Fuck." Chase shouts.

Then I see movement at the corner of my eye. I look over and back at the tv but swivel back at the doorway. My breath hitches. Katherine is standing in the doorway with a humorous look on her face, which tells me she heard us yelling.

She's wearing black leggings, white sneakers, a Delcour hoodie and her hair is wet which tells me she just had a shower. She's also wearing her glasses. But my mind zero's on on how her long golden blonde hair is drying in a wavy manner.

Her pink-red lips in a smile. Her vivid blue eyes━that remind me of the ocean, dark blue ocean━darting between me and Chase, the dimple that's on the corner of her mouth as she smiles, her tan skin━even though it's not summer anymore.

And my dick is hard.

But honestly what guy wouldn't get hard looking at Katherine?

"What are you guys yelling about?" She asks, walking in the room and looking at the tv. Then she looks back at us. I try fixing my hard-on while she's looking at Chase.

From the time we started watching the games, we brought in snacks━chips, pastries from the lunch room, some chicken we found in the fridge, soda, protein bars and crackers. The food is scattered all over the couch I'm on and Chases couch.

"We're watching Harter games." Chase says, throwing a popcorn into his mouth. "Come watch, Kitty." He gestures to one of the armchairs, or beanbags or other places to sit.

"I don't know, I should get home, all your yelling will make me deaf." She says smirking, shifting the gym bag on her shoulder.

I guess we were really loud.

I take a bit of a pastry, "Oh c'mon Kitty, your not one of those hockey players who goes into a game without knowing the other team?" I grin.

She glares, "Your kidding, just ask Lexi about the amount of times I've stayed up late watching other teams' games." She walks over to the armchair close to both me and Chase, taking off her gym bag. "Pass the Doritos." She says to me.

I smirk as I throw them to her. She starts eating them while watching the games that are going on.

Were back at shouting, except Katherine has joined the shouting, despite what she said.

Then a player━Hayden Flore, a right winger is shown on the tv, and of course Chase has something to say about him. "I'm pretty sure I hooked up with his girlfriend, while they were together?" He says the last part like a question.

Kathrine wipes her head around to scowl at him, "Oh my god Chase. What the fuck are your sex lives like?" She asks the last part to no one in particular.

I grin, "Ones that girls enjoy."

Chase 'cheers' with his soda.

She looks at me then Chase, going back and forth, "Do I want to know what that means?" She asks reluctantly.

I look at Chase, he grins at me. I look back at Katherine with a grin on my face too. "Let's just say that I━we don't go easy." I say, taking a bite of my cinnamon bun.

Her eyes widen, growing flushed.

"Can't handle it?" I ask, grabbing ketchup chips.

She scoffs, but her cheeks are still red with blush, "Please, you say that like I've never been with a guy." She puts a Dorito into her mouth. "To contradict what you think, I'm not a monk."

Chase pops up, "When was the last you fucked a guy?" He asked, propping onto his elbows.

She looks at him then me, then the bag she's holding. She's thinking, "Um. It was right before I left Columbia, so about a month ago." She gives both of us a pointed look. "When was your last hookups?" She leans back.

Chase doesn't have to think, I know when his last hookup was, I could hear it through the wall. "Yesterday."

I have to think, "Thursday."

"Have you ever had girlfriends?" She asks, throwing a tiny piece into the air and catching it into her mouth.

"Nope." I say right away.

"Two, in high school." Chase responds after me. "Chloe Graves and Ivy Russell."

She looks at me, "Never? Not even in high school?" She looks shocked.

I shake my head, "Never really wanted one, plus hockey took up my time━takes up my time━but hookups aren't as time consuming, their fun, fast, no pressure, no expectations."

She narrows her eyes but doesn't say anything, though I've seen the look on her face━she wants to say something. But she looks back at the tv.

But I'm not done talking, "What about your? Any high school boyfriends?" I'm curious.

She nods, that's it, just nods.

The Chase says what I want to before I could, "Oh c'mon Kitty, we answered your questions." He grins at me, I grin back.

She groans, "I've had about three boyfriends, none were serious enough to get to the 'I love you' stage." She mumbles the last part.

I furrow my brows, "That's it?" I ask.

"Mhm, all in high school. It was hard trying to date, you know, because of my dad. The guys I went out with were usually apart of the hockey crowd, so they'd only date me in hopes to meet my dad, so I stopped seeing hockey players."

"Guys are assholes." Chase says cheerfully.

Me and Katherine look over at him and he's engrossed to the tv. We both burst out laughing.

But soon we're back at watching the games and stuffing our faces.

I'm so glad Coach isn't here, he'd give us shit for eating these snacks.