“Whattt!” He shrieked loudly.
Roman was momentarily taken aback by Johnny’s scream.
How can he go from non-reactive to a drama princess in a moment.
He is currently staring at Roman as though he had just confessed to being a serial killer.
“You are in love with Luciano Anderson! Do you have a death wish. Are you tired of breathing?”
“When you say it like that, it sounds bad.”
“It sounds bad because it is bad!”
“I know, I know I sound crazy. But hear me out, I am not going to act on it. Luciano is a crazy bastard. I will try and avoid him.”
Johnny stretched his legs and brought it down from the bed onto the floor.
His posture straightened.
“Tell me about it. You are in love with Luciano. Do you know the type of person he is?”
“That is why I said…..”
“Luciano is not just crazy, he is a maniac, a psychopath, a nympho. what do you know about him.”
His was chest heaving rapidly beneath his oversized shirt as a cold sweat began gathering along his temples.
He looked as if he were recounting a horror story rather than a high school hierarchy.
“How the hell will you avoid Luciano? You are already on his reader. You honestly think a guy like him will just let you off scot-free after you boldly took his exclusive seat position in the Golden Hall and then physically challenged him right after?”
Roman bit inside of his lips softly.
“Is it that bad?”
“Yes it is that bad, Luciano is that dangerous. You see those tables you sat in, they are special, unlike the other tables with six chairs, those tables have four chairs that is why they are called the four Cardinal points. The four Cardinal points of the Golden Hall.”
Roman bowed his head deeply in thoughts.
Johnny paused, rubbing his palms rapidly.
“Heck, even new students are warned about it at their orientation at the beginning of every new semester.”
Roman spread out his hands and said.
“Too bad I arrived at the middle of the semester, I couldn’t get the orientation.”
“Does Luciano know you are in love with him?”
“No of course.” Roman paused and then shook his head.
“I met him at the ice rink today and he greeted me with a punch. We didn’t exactly have time for a romantic chat.” he said sarcastically.
Johnny adjusted his glasses which were almost skidding off his eyes.
“You fought with him today again? Come on man, are you a magnet for trouble?”
“You can’t blame me for this one,” Roman argued, defending himself.
“I didn’t even fight him back. I was just standing there talking to Coach Ferdinand, and Luciano walked straight up to me and punched me first without a single word of warning.”
“So he punched you today and embarrassed you, yet you are still in love with him?”
“You can’t control who you fall for, Man. But I am going to avoid him and focus on my training.”
“How are you going to avoid him, he is the captain of your hockey team? What about your plans to befriend him?”
Roman rolled his eyes Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“I am not sure Luciano will allow me ten feets close to him without breaking my jaws.”
“That is what you get for being a punk.”
Then the image of Luciano flooded Roman’s
Mind.
His piercing green eyes, his scent of ice and expensive cologne that clung to his gear.
His pink cherry lips that seem to form a pout all the time.
“Goddamn me, why is he so fine?” He thought aloud.
Johnny threw his hands up in absolute despair, letting out a loud, miserable cry.
“Now I am getting even more worried for my own safety! I think I am about to get dragged into a massive storm of trouble because of you. Why can’t I just have a normal, boring roommate for once in my life?”
Then he slowly removed his glasses.
“I refuse to believe this is my life.”
Roman replied to him with a laugh.
He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing.
“You know what, I think you are a cool guy, Johnny and me and you are going to get along for a very long time.”
Johnny looked at him with a suspicious look.
“I swear to God, Roman, I hope your crazy ass is not falling for me next. Because if you try anything, I am gonna blow you up.”
Roman nearly rolled over with laughter.
“No, of course not.” He leaned closer his eyes examining Johnny thoroughly.
“You are not my type.”
Johnny’s eyes nearly popped out of its socket; he doesn’t know whether to be happy or sad by the rejection.
*****
The next afternoon, the ice rink echoed with the sound of skates cutting across frozen ice.
The coach acting as the referee dropped the puck in the center of the rink and the center players made a violent rush for it, dragging and dribbling.
Luciano and Joshua acting as the center players dribbled aggressively.
Both boys were among the best players in the team.
Their skates sprayed ice as they fought for control.
Luciano, moving with a superior, fluid speed, immediately snatched control of the puck with the curved blade of his stick, instantly making a break to drag it toward the opponent’s goalpost.
Joshua was fast enough to snatch it from him the clack clack sound of their sticks echoed over the rink.
They went into a fierce, breathless tug-of-war, grabbing, lifting, and snatching the puck back and forth with their sticks.
Luciano then bent his hips low, angled his body, and executed a powerful, sweeping smack that pulled the puck cleanly back into his possession.
Joshua struggled to recover for a second but that second is just enough for Luciano.
He glided through the rink with the puck stuck to his stick.
His fierce green eyes were now on the goal post. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Ready to score, ready to take the glory, nothing can stop him now.
The world is his oyster.
Winning is his birthright.
His movements were graceful, effortless, dangerous.
Just as Luciano thought he was about to unleash a shot, another stick slipped beneath his own.
The puck vanished.
Luciano lost control of the puck and it moved away from him.
But instead of immediately chasing after the loose puck, the player did something entirely bizarre.
The skater used their extreme momentum to smoothly circle around Luciano’s body, almost as if performing a mocking ritual dance on the ice.
When the player glided past his left ear, he leaned in and whispered something he didn’t hear clearly but then he felt a cold sensation burning on his neck.
Then the player disappeared with the puck.
Luciano froze.
Then rage exploded inside him.
All these happened in less than a second.
Before Luciano could recover the player was already speeding off with the puck gliding along like a winter storm.
His movement looked stable at first.
Skating so fast that no player could even stop him to tackle him.
Luciano was mesmerized and pinned to a spot while watching him.
Then suddenly his skate shoes spluttered and skidded.
His body swayed sideways and his knees.
He fell with a loud thud on the ice startling everyone including the coach and the players.
The violent crash startled everyone in the arena, including the coach.
“Ice timeout!” the coach shouted.
The game was momentarily paused and some of the players rushed towards the fallen hero among them was Luciano.
He didn’t know why he was moving so fast.
Maybe curiosity.
Maybe anger.
Maybe both.
He skidded over and even shoved some of the boys so he could get a better look.
The boy on the ground struggled with his helmet.
Someone bent down and removed it for him.
Dark hair spilled free.
There lying on the ice with messy dark hair slicked by moisture and flawless olive skin lays Roman the boy from the rural town of Ashford who is about to become a thorn in Luciano’s flesh.
His blue eyes looked up locking directly onto Luciano’s stunned face as a slow, bloody smirk spread across his lips.