Sins Of Her Venom

-Glyndon Walton: (Song of the chapter: u. By niteboi)

"Just calm down, Alex. Jesus Christ, why are you so angry?" I called after him, my footsteps quick as I tried to catch up.

I grabbed his hand, holding onto it firmly in an attempt to slow him down.

Silas, his friend, followed closely behind, trying to diffuse the situation. "Chill out, man. It's not that serious."

Alex yanked his hand free from mine, his face red with fury. "Not that serious? She humiliated me in front of everyone. Me! Alex King! I got mocked by that trash from the mud."

His voice boomed in the hallway, drawing even more attention from the lingering students.

I blinked, taken aback by the rage pouring out of him.

He looked ready to punch the first person who dared to say a word. I'd never seen him this angry before.

Was what she said so bad? Or was he… insecure? That thought lingered uncomfortably in my mind.

"Alex, please," I said softly, reaching for his arm again. "This is exactly what she wants. She just wants to get under your skin."

He glared at me, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the tension in his neck.

For a moment, I thought he might snap at me too, but instead, he let out a frustrated growl and stormed off toward the boys' locker room.

Silas and the others trailed behind, shaking their heads, while I reluctantly followed Alex inside.

Alex's dad owned half the school, so he and his friends could get away with just about anything—including bringing their girlfriends into the boys' locker room without facing any consequences.

I perched awkwardly on the bench, watching as Alex ripped his shirt off in one swift motion.

His anger seemed to simmer down, replaced by the smug smirk he always wore.

He turned to face me, deliberately flexing his muscles as he stripped, taking his time as if he knew I couldn't look away.

I smiled shyly at him.

He was teasing me, and he was doing it on purpose.

His wide shoulders, thick arms, and sculpted abs seemed even more defined under the fluorescent lights.

Hockey players were built differently, weren't they? My eyes wandered for a second, and I couldn't help but notice how big their legs were too—thick thighs, and, well big butts…

I glanced around the room.

Some of the other girls were sitting on the bench too, their faces red as they watched their boyfriends changing.

My gaze shifted back to Alex, who was now facing away from me, his bare back on full display.

For a brief, bizarre moment, my mind wandered to Kathrine Andrews.

Every time she hopped on her bike, I couldn't help but notice how perfectly her skirt hugged her ass, so it's a hockey thing to have a big perky ass.

What was wrong with me? Why was I thinking about her at a time like this?

She'd humiliated Alex in front of everyone, and yet all I could think about was the way she'd smirked at me… the way she'd winked like she knew she'd gotten under my skin.

I shook my head, forcing myself to focus on Alex.

He was smirking over his shoulder at me, clearly enjoying my attention.

I stood up and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

His body was hard and unyielding, and for some reason, that small detail made me cringe.

I quickly brushed the thought away.

I kissed his neck lightly and rested my chin on his shoulder. "I'll watch you today," I whispered in his ear, trying to keep my voice sweet and encouraging. "Play well, yeah?"

He turned to face me, his hands settling on my waist as he leaned in close. "Yes, baby," he murmured, his voice smooth.

Our lips met briefly before I pulled away, smiling as I returned to the bench.

I sat down, watching as he finished gearing up, pulling on his helmet and gloves before joining his teammates.

The girls and I hurried out to the rink, sitting on the bleachers with a handful of other students to watch their practice.

Alex skated onto the ice as he owned it, sending me a quick wink before focusing on the drills.

Every so often, he glanced my way, blowing kisses or mouthing a "watch this" before executing a sharp turn or a powerful shot.

Despite the tension from earlier, I found myself relaxing as I watched him play.

Hockey was Alex's domain, and when he was on the ice, he seemed unstoppable… Well, I think so because I have no clue if he plays well or not since I didn't bother learning about it.

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After two grueling hours, Alex and his team finally finished their practice.

He skated toward the edge of the rink, grabbing a water bottle from the bench.

Tilting his head back, he gulped down a few mouthfuls before nodding at me, his eyes flicking to the edge of the barrier.

"Come here," he called, his voice slightly muffled by the helmet he hadn't fully removed yet.

I stood and walked toward him, my boots clicking softly against the concrete.

Just as I reached him, the sound of blades cutting into the ice filled the air.

All eyes shifted toward the rink as the girls' hockey team entered, dressed in their gear and ready to start warming up.

Alex glanced over, momentarily distracted, and so did I.

Among them was Katherine Andrews. She was impossible to miss.

In full gear, with her helmet in one hand and her hockey stick in the other, she seemed to tower over the rest of her team.

She didn't spare us so much as a glance. Instead, she stepped onto the ice and began skating around the rink, her movements fluid and confident, as though she owned the space.

Her team followed, but it was clear who was leading.

"Oh, she's the captain," I murmured, almost to myself.

"Andrews, slow down, girl!" one of her teammates called out, struggling to keep up.

Katherine chuckled, a sound so unexpected it caught me off guard.

I'd never heard her laugh before. I'd never even seen her smile—until now.

Her lips curved upward, and for some reason, I found myself staring.

She looked… different. Softer, almost. For a moment, I couldn't take my eyes off her.

"Glyndon." Alex's sharp tone snapped me out of it. I blinked and turned to find him glaring at me, his jaw tight.

"What?" I asked, frowning. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he crouched down, unlacing his skates with quick, frustrated movements.

When he stood again, he stepped closer, his hands finding my waist as he leaned in.

"Come on," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "Shower with me."

He didn't wait for my response.

After kissing me lightly on the lips, he took my hand and started pulling me toward the locker room.

I glanced back once, my eyes flicking to Katherine as she skated effortlessly across the rink.

She hadn't noticed us—or if she had, she didn't care.

But as Alex led me away, one thing was clear: we were not just going to shower.