Chapter 2 Jason

I was not one to get angry easily, even though I was being triggered, but Reagan said something that made my blood boil.

~Minutes ago~

My heart rate spiked to the highest as I looked Reagan dead in the eyes as he held the puck in his position.

He smiled, I spat as sweat got into my mouth.

"You look so tired.....why don't you go take a break?" he said, grinning.

"You should be the one taking a break," I shot back, trying to keep my focus.

"Oh I will....and your girlfriend will be the one giving a massage while I rest my head on her perfect titties," he said, a wicked smirk forming around his lips.

Then the whistle came.

I lost my balance after hearing the bullshit he spat. He purposely ran into me, making me lose my focus and crash hard on the ground.

Giving them the opportunity to score

I gathered my vision as I looked up and saw that they had scored

I was blinded by rage as I immediately stood up charging at him.

"What did you say to me?" I asked, taking off my gloves as I handed him a punch.

He fell hard on the floor and continued punching him.

"Jason!" My coach shouted as he tried to pull me off his body.

I spat on the floor as I looked at his blood-stained nose.

"Cut the cameras and the feed," my coach shouted as the referee helped him control the media.

~ present time ~

"What was that out there?" my coach asked in anger?

"He insulted me," I said, trying to defend myself.

"So?...he insulted you and you assaulted him?" My coach asked again, pointing to the door.

"I didn't assault him..... I just wanted to teach him manners," I said, releasing the tension in my neck.

"Well.....guess what, you now have the media on your neck calling you a beast....you better pray they don't file a lawsuit....else you are off the team," he said, walking away angrily.

"Yo man that wasn't chilling," Phillip said, throwing his gloves at me and walking away.

"You are going to make us lose qualification for finals," Matthew said angrily before storming off.

I just scoffed

"Well, we weren't going to qualify anyway," I said, spreading my hands as they walked off.

"What a bunch of losers" I muttered under my breath.

I got up and threw the gloves on the floor alongside my hockey stick.

"Hey man wait up," Chad called from behind as he tried to catch up.

"What are you not going to shout at me or call me a piece of shit" I asked as Chad caught up with me?

"Nah man...he deserved it anyway," he said, laughing as he handed his hands around my shoulder.

"Come on, let's go..... I'll drop you home," he said as we got into his car.

Chad had been my best friend since high school. His dad and my dad were friends from college, and they lived in the same frat house.

"What happened back there, man....you totally lost it?" Chad said as he swerved into the street?

The streetlights casting a warm glow on the car as we drove.

"He tried to get into my head," I said running my hands in my hair.

"He clearly did.....did he say something?" He asked, turning his face away from the road to look at me quickly before looking back at the road.

"He said Tiffany would give him a massage while resting on her titties," I said licking my dry lips.

The car came to a shocking halt as Chad lost focus.

"What?" he said laughing?

"He said that," he said laughing again as he continued driving.

"It's not funny," I said my face seriously.

"Of course, men, it is," he said, "We all know Tiffany is a whore.....you just refuse to accept that because she's your media girlfriend," he said as we stopped at a red light.

"She's not a whore" I said trying to make myself believe it.

"She's just so popular that people are trying to make her be like one," I said defending her.

"OK....you can keep telling yourself that if it makes you sleep well at night......just pray you didn't punch Reagan, then find out she's fucking him" he said as we pulled up to my dad's penthouse.

"Thanks Chad," I said as I came down from the car.

"Yeah, anytime," he said starting the car.

I stood by the gate taking a deep breath as I entered. I braced myself for my dad's outburst as I fringed my bag on the chair and got into the kitchen to take water.

"Our Beast superstar has finally decided to come home.... isn't that wonderful?" my dad said as he clapped.

"Good evening, dad," I said as I dropped the bottle on the counter.

"What's good about the evening?" my dad asked, scratching his beard like he was trying to think.

"Oh I know," he said snapping his finger as he pulled out his phone.

"Young Hockey Star Jason Whiteson..... Gets mugged as he tackled the Mountain Dew Skaters Captain after they won the match," he read aloud for me to hear.

"He offended me," I said pointing at him.

"Shut up," he shouted.

"You know better than to fight on the rink....you are supposed to turn that anger into a reason to win the next match," he said hitting the counter violently.

"Now I have to clean up your mess once again," he said growling.

"It's not my fault he couldn't control his stupid mouth," I said defending myself.

"I'm sorry it's my fault for giving birth to a stupid son like you," he said spreading his arms for effect.

"After what happened two years ago.....you are still pulling stunts like this," he said.

"That was not my fault......he cornered me," I said reminding him.

"You are lucky you didn't kill him" he said", "and now you have pulled another one," he said hitting the counter again.

"Whatever reason you have for doing shit like this, better be worth it," he said picking up his phone and storming off angrily.

I went up to my room, slamming my door shut as I plumped on the bed groaning.

Today was definitely not a good day for me. I picked up my phone to check my Instagram and there were different posts and memes about me hitting Reagan.

One post said

"Trouble in Rinkdise as hockey star Jason Whites on beats up the Captain of Mountain Dew Skaters" was followed by a thread of annoying comments.

"He's probably just angry because Dew Skaters beat them twice."

"I heard he got into a fight with the coach of Deon Striker two years ago, but his dad had the case shut down."

"He's just a spoiled rich kid who is appointed to be in the Rink with someone as good as Reagan."

"Screaming jealousy and it's very loud."

I scoffed, tossing my phone on the bed as I screamed into a pillow.

It's been two days since the Rink incident and people have started whispering anytime I walk the halls in schools and I haven't heard from Tiffany.

Plus, my teammates are mad at me. Beautiful

Coach had called a mandatory meeting and I had to go so you could hear the verdict they placed on my head.

If they kicked me out, or we are still going to qualify for the finals

I walked into the locker room, shutting the door as eyes followed me as I sat down.

"Good afternoon everybody," the coach started opening up his clipboard.

"I have good news and bad news, so I'm going to lay the good news first," he said as he put his clipboard by his side.

"We still qualify for the finals," he said smiling.

There were cheers, Chad patted my back.

"That's what I'm talking about," he said smiling.

"What about the bad news?" Tyler asked, looking at the coach.

"Following the rowdy behavior and devastating ambush of Reagan..... Jason Whiteson, you are suspended for two games, and you will be benched for the finals," he said closing his clipboard.

"That's not fair," I said as I stood up to question the coach.

"That's the compromise the board has come to..... You are lucky they agreed not to file a lawsuit," he said pointing his clipboard at me before walking away.

"Coach," I called out behind him.