The Boyfriend Zone by Jillian Quinn
My life is over. I’ve fucked up everything. All because I broke my own rules. Hockey and women don’t mix. My dad drilled it into my head from the time I hit puberty. The second I started looking at girls, he was all over me, up my ass to stay focused. Because he could see how easy it would be for me to go astray.
Jamie knocks on my bedroom door even though it’s open. He strolls into my room like he owns the joint and plops down on the edge of my bed. The mattress dips beneath his weight.
“Bex was here. Again. When are you going to man up and talk to her?”
“I don’t want to deal with anyone.” I prop myself up on the stack of pillows behind me to get comfortable. “You’re lucky I’m talking to you.”
“Prez, I know this feels like the end of the world, but your hand will heal, and when it does, you can still play hockey.”
“You don’t know if that’s true. The doctor said anything can happen. We won’t know for sure until I heal if I’ll have the same range of motion in my hand. Professional teams will not want someone a player suspended by the NCAA for assaulting another player. I have no fucking shot of ever making it pro now.”
“With your dad’s connections, I’m sure he can find you a team.”
“I don’t want to play for some farm league or in fucking Russia. This was the dream. You, me, the guys, and the NHL.”
“You’re too good to get passed over. Something has to come from this.”
“You don’t know that,” I challenge, not meaning to be an asshole to Jamie. “Sorry. It’s not your fault. I’m so fucking mad I can’t even think straight. I keep replaying that night over and over in my head. I fucked up so bad that no number of apologies or money can fix what I did. I have to live with the decision I made for the rest of my life.”
“Bex said to tell you she’s sorry for getting you involved. What was she talking about?”
Pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers, I sigh. “It’s not my story to tell. Sorry. I can’t go into it.”
“You fought Lehane because of Bex?”
I nod.
“Give me something, bro. C’mon.”
“I wish I could. Bex doesn’t want anyone to know.”
“Maybe I can help.”
“No one can. What Lehane did to deserve that beating won’t change my suspension.”
“Are you done with Bex? She’s a good girl. You would be stupid to push her away.”
“Like you did with Shannon,” I retort.
He sighs. “I fucked up with Shan. She won’t talk to me.”
“I need a break. From everything and everyone. I don’t want to talk about my suspension or my career. Bex reminds me of what I lost. I don’t blame her, but I don’t want to see her right now. I need time to process.”
Jamie pushes himself up from the bed. “I’ll leave you to it, then.” He opens his mouth, hesitating with his next words. “Don’t shut everyone out, Prez. We all want to help you. It doesn’t have to be like this.”
“There’s nothing anyone can do for me.”
He lets out a breath, irritated. “Okay. You know where to find me if you want to talk or play Mage Wars. I beat level fifty-five last night. You should have seen this wizard I had to face. I called my dad after I beat it to curse him out for making the game so fucking hard.”
I laugh for the first time in what feels like weeks. “Did you have to answer another riddle? I hate those fucking questions.”
“Nah, this time I had to save up enough magic dust to break through an enchanted fortress. I died at least a hundred times before I figured out how to defeat the mages in each room.”
“What rooms?”
He sits back down, his face glowing. Jamie’s happiest when we talk about video games, computers, and hockey.
“After you defeat the giant that guards the enchanted fortress, you have to steal the magic from the mages in each room.”
He goes on and on about the game and elaborates in great detail about how he won each level. I listen without interrupting him. Sitting here with Jamie, shooting the shit, I know I messed up with Bex. Like Jamie, she’s one of the good things in my life. But at this moment, all I can see is the bad.