CHAPTER EIGHT

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sofia.commm wants to send you a message!

sofia💐
hey i know this is so weird but i just wanted to introduce myself since we're gonna be working together this year :)

stassie :)
oh no you're fine :)

stassie :)
but i will say i'm confused what you mean by working together?

sofia💐
omg so they prob haven't told you yet

sofia💐
me & u are gonna be the like the social media ppl

stassie :)
?

sofia💐
like we get to manage umich hockey's social media accounts this season

stassie :)
YO WAIT HUH

stassie :)
I NEVER SIGNED UP FOR THAT

stassie :)

stassie :)
i'm so confused plz explain

sofia💐
😭😭😭

sofia💐
girl idek someone from umich athletics emailed me & always like 'congratulations! you and anastasia green have been accepted to be the ice hockey's media manager'

sofia💐
so i just thought i'd message you and introduce myself!

sofia💐
sorry if i came across as rude or anything

stassie :)
omg no you didn't! if anything i'm sorry if i came off as rude

stassie :)
i just don't remember applying or signing up to be their media manager

stassie :)
i just know i'm one of their intern trainers this year😻

sofia💐
lol no you're good!!

sofia💐
and tbfh you seem so nice so far so im not as scared as i was for tmr

stassie :)
aww thank you! you seem nice as well and i can't wait to get to know you more <33

stassie :)
but real quick question

sofia💐
what's up?

stassie :)
can we see who put in an application for us if we didn't do it ourselves?

sofia💐
i think so...

sofia💐
my friends who did the hockey's media last year said yes you can

sofia💐
you just have to go ask the head coach

stassie :)
awesome! thank you 😊😊

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umich bitches 〽️

stassie😜
which one of you mfs

luke
It wasn't me

duke👑
Probably Eddie

mark🧸
What happened

mackie
I was probably sleeping

eddie :)
I DIDNT DO ANYTHING

stassie😜
so apparently SOMEONE sent in an application for me to be a fucking media manger for you guys?????

stassie😜
as if being you guys trainer wasn't enough???????

eddie :)
Oh yeah that was me and Mark

mark🧸
😃

stassie😜
what's the reasoning 🙂

mark🧸
Why? Are you on your way?

mark🧸
Stassie?

lola🤍
none of you guys got classes today right?

mackie
Yeah todays our off day for school

luke
Why?

lola🤍
mark turn off your location, the rest of you guys go hide in a closet or something idk

mackie
She's literally like half of our size wtf is she gonna do

mark🧸
You guys know that scar i have on my leg?

eddie :)
Yeah why

mark🧸
That's from stassie digging her nail into me when I walked in on her taking a shower

duke👑
You & Eddie are dead lol

luke
Why did you guys even sign her up😭😭

mark🧸
We thought it would be a fun job for her

mark🧸
Plus she gets to spend a lot of time around us so we thought it was a win win

mark🧸
And in our defense we didn't think coach was going to actually allow them to be the trainer-inters this season since Lo isn't even majoring in that field

lola🤍
hey that's quite rude

lola🤍
but fair bc i only agreed to do this so i could be around hot guys

mark🧸
Ouch

luke
Guys she's at the door.

mark🧸
Let her in bro it's raining

duke👑
Is she gonna rip my dick off

lola🤍
idk but i'm omw to see this happen

mark🧸
Oh my god

ANASTASIA HAD NEVER seen the sophomore house, nor had she ever had the desire to go and see the sophomore house. But when her eyes grazed over the text of Ethan saying that it was him and Mark who put in in application in her name, she didn't care about what she might possibly see in that house. All that mattered was that she was going to leave two very noticeable scratches on both of them.

It wasn't that she was necessarily mad about the fact that she will be spending more time with the team. Shit she wasn't upset over that fact at all; it meant she she would be traveling with them, being able to really talk with them, and plus getting to spend more time with Ethan made her feel giddy like a school girl, she was ecstatic about it. But still... they did it without her permission.

She followed Mark's Life360 location to a house that was within the rest of the frat and sorority houses that laid outside of campus. The house was fucking huge, big white columns stood tall on either side of the double front doors, white painted brick in heavy contrast with the gloomy weather. It was probably the biggest house she had ever fucking seen.

She remembers Mark telling her about fraternity-like relationship the hockey team had with each other; everyone who wasn't a freshman lived in their own houses together. Various examples would be that the juniors live with the juniors, seniors with the seniors, etc. Anastasia remembers how excited Mark was when he found out about that last year, "It's the fucking coolest thing ever," he exclaimed to her over their nightly FaceTime call.

This year, with him being a sophomore he actually got to live in one of the houses. And right now, Stassie couldn't tell if she was happy for him, or was about to shit bricks.

Her hair was in a bun, her baby hairs sticking to her forehead due to the rain that fell freely from the sky. And from the almost mile-long hike from the freshman dormitories to the soph house. She should start working out more often.

She huffed as she brought her hand up and banged on the tall front door. The sounds of rain water falling through the gutters and onto the concrete below echoed as she stood on the porch. She could hear some commotion coming from the other side of the door, before it opened abruptly, causing a slight breeze to blow her soaking we hair back slightly. "Hey Stassie, wasn't expecting you here," Luke said with a sheepish grin on his face, as he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest.

If she was being absolutely one hundred percent fucking honest, she was struggling keeping her eyes from glancing at his biceps that were slightly strained by the sleeves of his grey t-shirt. But she was still too annoyed by Mark and Ethan, and now Luke. It was almost as if anyone who came in contact with her... especially of the opposite sex, was just pissing her off more and more. And if she was being even more honest, Anastasia doesn't even remember why she was upset in the first place, but she wasn't going to back down now and make herself look stupid.

"Stop bullshitting me, Hughes. Where are they?" Anastasia's voice was jokingly low, as she raised an eyebrow and looked up at him. Luke went to answer, before Mark appeared beside him, "Dude what the fuck I thought I told you to let her in?" He exclaimed, shoving Luke out of the way as he grabbed Stassie's hand and dragged her into the large house.

Luke shut the door behind them, and Anastasia could help but look around in awe. Why did stinky, gross, hockey boys get to live in such a nice house? "Holy shit, dude you're living here?" Her head was tilted up, looking at the quote large light fixture that hung above the entry hallway. Mark chuckled, walking behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders to guide her deeper into the house, "Yes, yes it's all very nice but I'm not gonna give you a tour when you're in wet clothes. You could get sick." Anastasia rolled her eyes, and took a seat at a barstool that Mark guided her to that was at the kitchen island.

The cool white marble was freezing against the bare skin of her back. She was only clad in a crop top bralette, and some Nike shorts, aka her sleep attire. It didn't help that the guys seemed to keep the thermostat in the house set to negative twenty degrees.

She was turned so her back leaned against the edge of the island, and she was able to look over the living room, where Duke and Mackie were watching Ferris Buler's Day Off. Ironically, one of Anastasia's comfort movies. She has vivid memories of her and her mom lying in bed, watching the movie on a slow Saturday morning.

After she sat on the barstool, watching the movie for a while, goosebumps began to rise on her skin, and she became awfully aware at how little she had on and how cold she was. "Hey Mark do you have any clothes I could wear?" She turned around in her seat, watching Mark's back as he made a grilled cheese on the stove. He flipped the sandwich on the skillet before he turned around, and placed both his hand on the edge of the island. "No I don't, laundry day," he shrugged. A pout pursed its way onto Anastasia's slightly chapped lips, as she huffed and set her chin in the palm of her hand.

Mark chuckled at her childish action. "But I'm sure Eddie's got some clothes you can borrow. His room's upstairs next to mine." "Am I supposed to know where that is?" her head quirked to the side and her tone was evident with tease. "Just go up the stairs and take a left, his is the first one on the left." He let out an exaggerated sigh, as he gestured his hand with the directions he was giving, before he went back to concentrating on his grilled cheese.

She hoped off the barstool and pulled her phone out of her bralette, (where any respectable woman keeps her phone), and scrolled through all of the messages that laid unread on her home screen. Looks like Lola should be here soon as well.

As she ascended up the stairs, she realized she wasn't as mad as she pretended to be. As fucking stupid as it sounds, Anastasia liked to just be stupid dramatic at times. Just to you know, spice up her life every once and a while. And Mark probably knew she wasn't angry– Actually no, he did in fact, know that she wasn't mad; he just liked playing along with her antics. Plus wherever Stassie was, Lola was sure to follow, so it gave him a chance to see her as well.

Anastasia neared the bedroom door, from which she could hear Nights by Frank Ocean playing. The only reasons he knew that was because it was one of her favorite songs. She curled her hand into a fist and knocked on the door. And she would've inhaled more air id she knew the breath would quite literally be knocked out of her lungs.

Ethan opened the door with what looked like to be an annoyed expression, before it melted into one of surprise. He propped one arm against the door frame, not hiding the fact that he was letting his eyes trail over her body and her clothing of choice– or lack thereof in this case. By this point, Anastasia's clothes had turned damp, making her bralette that she slept in the night before quite see through. Ethan tried to be as respectful as he could but when you have a fucking hot girl standing outside your room in wet clothes...

"Can I borrow some clothes?" Her voice was unusually small, almost as if she was shy under his intense gaze. Her hands were laced behind her back, as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Her cheeks were flushed a light shade of pink, and her usually perfect wavy hair was a mess, and falling down from her bun in damp clumps. He noticed that she wouldn't bring her gaze to meet his, almost if she was scared.

Yes, she was fucking scared.

No one in this fucking world would have prepared her for what was behind his bedroom door. Apparently he had just gotten out of the shower, considering a towel was loosely around his hips, and water droplets fell from his hair and rolled down his muscular chest. Anastasia felt her mouth open and close at the sight, as she darted her tongue out to wet her lips. Her face felt hot, her skin felt hot, her body felt hot. A fluttering feeling appeared in her stomach, only this time it felt deeper, and more intense.

Fuck.

"Uh yeah. Yeah sure," he opened the door wider, allowing for her to walk inside his room. The music still played, and based on his music taste Anastasia would marry him on the spot. Was it possible for him to become even more attractive?

She stood near his door while he crossed the room to his dresser, "Do you want shorts or sweatpants?" He questioned, but in all honesty she wasn't really listening. She was too focused on the way his back muscles moved with each movement he made. And how broad his shoulders looked now that they were covered by... nothing.

"Stassie?" Ethan rose his voice the slightest amount, which gained her attention. "Uh yeah, shorts is fine," she shrugged, offering him a tight lipped smile, trailing her gaze to roam around his room instead of his body.

His room was strangely clean, with posters of bands and old movies hung up.

"Are you okay?" He questioned, as he walked over close to her, and placed his clothes for her in her hands. His fingertips brushed over the pulse point of her pulse, feeling the fast staccato of her heartbeat. She finally looked up at his face, only to be met with a shit eating grin tugging at both sides of his mouth.

He was a lot closer to her than she anticipated.

Like stated before, Ethan Edwards was not a stupid man. He knew what was going on with her, she was flustered. And even if she was trying to hide it, anyone who had eyes could just see how basically desperate she was.

But she was trying to deny herself. Trying to deny him, and a boost to his ego to let him know that he was the sole reason she was feeling this sexually disoriented.

Her eyes never left his mouth as she spoke, the plush pink skin buried behind his top teeth as he bit his lip, trying to hide his smile. "Uh where can I change?" Her voice was just above a whisper, as she finally moved her gaze from his lips to his eyes.

Ethan motioned his head behind him, and towards the bathroom that was along the wall. She grasped his clothes closer to her chest before she walked past him, not soaring to even look at him.

ETHAN WAS HAVING quite literally the most fun he's ever had with a girl. And he hasn't even kissed her yet. He knew something was going on, given each time he saw her in public she pretended he was the most annoying person on the planet. But he chose not to ask any questions based around her change in behavior, he was scared that it might run her off. His heart beat faster in his chest when he opened his bedroom door, only to see it was the very girl who he was thinking of while he was in the shower just moments ago.

Sure, the only thing he had to protect his decency was a towel around his hips, but who was he to deny a pretty girl some of his clothes?

When he read his phone before he got out of the shower to see that Stassie was on her way to the soph house, he could just feel that she wasn't actually mad. And granted, he felt like he knew her well enough that when him and Mark gave Coach the application with her name on it– she would actually be excited. But he thought it was adorable, her pretending to be mad, that is.

He stood outside his bathroom door, as various Frank Ocean songs played throughout his room. The fan could be heard from outside, so he figured she had showered. It had also been 20 minutes since she went in there.

"Where's your deodorant?" Stassie questioned from the other side of the door, causing Ethan's heart to leap in his chest at the sound. He smiled, "Well if you open the door and let me see your pretty face maybe I'll show you." He smirked as he heard the lock on the door click as it unlocked, and he swore he was going to die then and there.

Anastasia stood with her jet black hair brushed back and damp, and a small pout on her lips, and her freckles seeming to stand out on the apples of her cheeks more than usual. Her frame was swallowed up by one of his hockey shirts and her thighs covered by a pair of his boxers. She looked beautiful. Ethan couldn't help as he let his eyes trail down her body, as the steam bellowed out of the bathroom behind her.

"Are you seriously checking me out? Especially when I'm supposed to be mad at you?" Her voice was bigger than it was just twenty minutes prior, given the fact that now, Ethan's bare torso wasn't directly in front of her and he wasn't sporting just a towel. She sighed and rolled her eyes annoyingly, putting her hands on her hips as she waited for his response.

A downwards grin on his face when his eyes finally met hers, which were flooding with a look of annoyance and confusion. "Well? Are you gonna tell me where it is or do I–" Anastasia's words got lost in her brain as she felt a pair of lips against hers. Her eye ls widened out of surprise, before she realized who it was that was kissing her, and suddenly any negative emotion that existed was thrown out the window.

She closed her eyes as she sunk into the kiss. She brought a hand up and thread her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck, tugging on his roots as if she was trying to pull him closer to her. He groaned into her mouth at the feeling, his hand at the small of her back pulling her body flush against his as the other cradled the side of her neck. Their mouths molded together as they seemingly moved in sync– her top lip caught between his, as she unknowingly scraped her teeth along his bottom lip, causing him to pull back.

Anastasia felt the need to whine at the loss of the feeling of his mouth, but the sound died in her throat once she saw the look in his eyes.

His brown eyes looked darker than their normal honey color. It almost scared Anastasia, and she loved it. Her heart pounding in her chest, as she was sure that he could probably hear the blood pumping. He stared down at her with his darkens gaze, her chapped lip's slightly swollen and her eyes looking up at him expectingly, she was fucking hot.

Ethan couldn't help the groan that escaped his throat before he brought their mouth's together once more. He swallowed the surprise gasp that escaped her lips when he brought his hands to rest on her hipbones, and dug his thumbs into the space above her pelvis.

Anastasia's mind was free of any thought that didn't contain Ethan Edwards. It was like she was intoxicated with him: the feeling of his mouth moving against hers, the hair that she tugged on at the nape of his neck, the pressure he was applying above her hips, the small groans he let out into her mouth, she was a woman obsessed. Her mind felt fuzzy, and her lungs were gasping for air, but she didn't care. Not when she was making out with a fucking guy while Frank Ocean played.

He backed her further into the bathroom, and lifted her so she was sitting on top of the cabinet. Her lips parted in a quiet gasp at the movement, allowing for him to slip his tongue into her mouth, which only caused for both of them to let out moans at the feeling. Anastasia throbbed between her legs as his hands caressed the insides of her thighs.

It was almost as if he was scared to step over a boundary. And yes, she was thankful for his consideration and how delicate and hesitant he was being with her, but she wanted nothing more than for him to make her feel good. Which currently, even though he wasn't even touching her like that, he was succeeding at.

Even through the material of his boxers she was wearing, his fingertips that danced along the skin of her thighs felt like sparks– crackles of electricity that pricked her nerves in the most delicious way.

It was when he started trailing his lips down her neck that Anastasia realized just how desperate her lungs were for a new cycle of oxygen. Her eyes rolled back as Ethan placed small kisses under her ear, as his hand continued to massage the tips of her thighs. That is until he put his hand behind her knee and hooked her leg around his waist. He brought his face up from her neck so that their noses were touching each others with every small movement they made. Their chests brushed with each breath they took, and the air that surrounded them could be cut with a fucking knife; and that wasn't just because of the fog that still hung densely in the bathroom.

Anastasia's cheeks felt like they couldn't burn any hotter, "I told you you'd look good in the rest of my clothes," He smiled breathlessly, as his hair fell in front of his eyes. And his words just proved herself wrong. She couldn't help but let out a bashful laugh at his stupidity, and the whole situation altogether.

And the sound of her laughter made Ethan's smile widen, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he just watch her laugh, and lean forward so that her forehead was against his chest. Could she hear his rapid heartbeat? Could she feel how his body reacted to her?

"Yo Ethan! Is Stassie still up there? It's been like 30 fucking minutes!" Mark's voice yelled from outside his bedroom door, making the couple jump away from each other, trying to desperately put as much distance between each other as possible.

Anastasia felt her heart drop to her stomach, as she jumped off the counter and basically ran past Ethan to his bedroom door. She opened it with an innocent smile on her swollen lips. "Yeah, hey I'm right here, sorry," she gestured behind her, where Ethan leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom. "I was taking a shower to get rid of the rain smell." She chuckled, watching how Mark eyed Ethan suspiciously. "Oh my god! Nothing fucking happened, get your head out of the gutter." She exclaimed, as she placed hands on Mark's chest and pushed up down the hallway and away from Ethan's room.

And he just stood there, watching how cute her ass looked in his boxer shorts as she stomped off, a loopy smile on his face as he practically fell onto his bed.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
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