He matched my glare. “She’s mine and you need to stay away from her,” he ordered.
“She’s yourex, and you need to accept that she’s moved on.”
He puffed out his chest. “I won’t because she hasn’t.”
Had she reached out to him? No way.
“You’re full of shit. I know she blocked you and isn’t talking to you.” I hadn’t actually spoken to her since that night, but hopefully she’d kept him blocked.
“She’ll come around.” His tone rankled. His inability to understand the word no pissed me off, but I wouldn’t rise to his bait.
“She’s my girlfriend. She loves me.” Now he was starting to sound petulant.
“She broke up with you, dude.”
“It was a misunderstanding, and you fucking weaseled in and stole her from me.”
I’d had enough. I knew we’d agreed I should low-key keep it up during the game, but hopefully she wouldn’t kill me for fully sinking into the lie.
“Look, man, I have no issue with you, but she ended it and she was crystal clear. We’re together now, it’s new, it’s great, and it’s none of your fucking business. She asked you to leave her alone, and I’m saying the same. Move on, man. Just move the fuck on.”
His nostrils flared, and he leaned in close. “If you’re really dating her, why isn’t she here? Shouldn’t she be in the stands rooting for her boyfriend? She always did for me.”
Fucking hell, the man was transparent as hell and a childish bully. Part of me wanted to see if he’d take a swing at me. Maybe they’d eject him from the game before it even started.
“She already had plans tonight, but don’t worry, I’m seeing her after the game.”
She was going to be so pissed at me.
“You need to respect her wishes. She deserves to not have to deal with your shit anymore.”
“You have no clue what you’re talking about, and she’ll come back to me. I don’t believe you guys are really dating anyway.” He was back to sneering. This guy was a complete tool. I hoped we crushed his team all season.
“Well, that kiss the other night was definitely real. Fuck, she’s incredible. But I guess you know that and also what you’re missing now.” There were those flaring nostrils again, but I couldn’t stop. “Waking up next to her? Fuck, man, it’s the best.”
And that’s when he took a swing at me.
I managed to duck to the side—thank you, goalie reflexes—and his bare fist just grazed the top of my shoulder pads. Had that fucker been aiming for my throat?
“What the fuck is going on here?” Micah demanded, skating up next to me. His gaze darted from me to Jenzy and back.
“Just a disagreement,” I muttered, glaring at Jenzy.
He scoffed. “This piece of shit stole my girlfriend.”
“I did not. Dani’s moved on and we’re dating. Now, can we be done with this stupidity? I have a game to prepare for.” I sounded calm and hoped that Micah wouldn’t out me as not having a girlfriend.
“Watch yourself, Tucks. Anything can happen on the ice.”
Micah skated in between us and loomed over Jenzy. “Are you threatening my goalie?”
“Of course not. We all know goalies are untouchable on the ice, but anything can happen.”
One of the refs skated up to us. “What is going on over here?”
“Nothing, just chirping before a game. You know how it is, Gus,” Jenzy said.
Gus looked over at me and Micah, tilting his head in question.
