"What the fuck," Me, and a large portion of our team say in unison. Some guy next to me had to close my mouth because my jaw is fucking dropped.

"Oh shut up you little princesses. It's only a semester-long," Coach spoke out. "If I hear that any of you give her a problem, you'll be suspended from the team."

"This isn't fair! We shouldn't have to tell her shit about our lives!" Brett, my right-wing, defended. Brett has never been the best with talking to reporters, he thinks it's stupid that people want to know about his life and his "thought process while scoring that goal". Whenever a school reporter would walk up to him, he walked the other way and occasionally flipped them off.

"Brett, you'll be doing extra laps before and after practice," Brett's head dropped as he did a weak nod. Honestly, I don't want this girl coming either, but I am not, getting suspended. The team needs their captain, "Everybody! Finish getting ready, she's waiting outside the door."

Some reporter girl got assigned the hockey team for her semester project. I bet she only agreed because she wants to get in our pants. These damn puck bunnies.

She's doing interviews with a few players after each game and practice. The only somewhat benefit for us, is that she's also taking pictures. More content for my Instagram I guess. Well, if she's hot then at least it's an extra lay. I hope she's blonde. I love blondes, there's just something about them that gets me hard.

I finish putting on my skates and notice I'm one of the last players out. Damn, I need to pick my ass up. I tuck my helmet and stick to my side and head out the doors of the locker room. As I walk out the door, I can see the back of a short brunette, maybe 5'5, and a guy standing next to her. My teammates, Matthew, and Miles are stood in front of her smiling and saying something that makes them all laugh. Well, this'll be fun.

I walk over to them, patting my teammates on the back, signaling them to get on the ice. I turn my head and take a good look over at the brunette standing in front of me. She's pretty, not my usual type but she'll do. Her gaze is locked to the ground, her hands in her sweatshirt pockets.

"Hey beautiful, what's your name?" I question, holding my hand out. Her head shoots up as her eyes finally meet mine. Holy shit, those hazel eyes are beautiful.

"Her name is Aria," The boy next to her answered sharply. I drop my hand. Jeez, who crawled up your ass and died. I shift my gaze from Aria to her friend, seeing he is only 2 inches shorter than my 6'3 self. His face is twisted in a scowl, almost a threatening look. He looks constipated.

"Josh, can you leave us for a second, I have a few things I need to go over with Mr. Captain over here," Aria asks softly. Josh looks between Aria and me, lets out a huff as he walks away. Aris turns back to me and whispers, "I'm really sorry about him, he's been on edge since we got here."

"It's fine, when you're surrounded by a bunch of hot hockey players then I'd see why he's intimidated," I reply, throwing in a grin at the end of my sentence. Aria lets out a little chuckle as she slaps her hand over her mouth to contain her laughter. To be honest, I have no idea why she's laughing so much, but I don't mind listening to that beautiful voice.

"I just wanted to tell you that I won't start interviews until after next week's game," I nod as she continues, "I'll drop by on Wednesday to take a few practice photos."

"Sounds good to me. Could I by chance get your number? I can help you schedule after practice interviews," I ask. I don't know what compelled me to ask, but I just wanted to talk to her more. What the hell is wrong with me? I don't even know her. I see a slight blush form on her cheeks as she hands me her phone. I type in my number and set my contact name to "Your #1 Captain :)", then handed her the phone.

"'Your #1 Captain?' Really?" She said between laughs. I flashed her the famous grin that leaves girls at their knees and shrug my shoulders. "Alright, I should get going. I'll uh, see you soon."

We say our goodbyes as I strap my helmet on and go to start my laps. There's something about her that intrigues me. It could be that I haven't had a hook-up in 4 days and my horny ass needs to get laid. Yeah, It's probably that.

I drop my practice bag on the ground as I walk into my apartment. I moved in with my two teammates, Matthew and Brett over the summer, I'd consider them my best friends. I pull my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pull up Instagram. I type in the search bar "Aria", and I see an account named "aria.hart25". I click on the profile and see Matthew and a few teammates had already followed her. I clicked the follow button without hesitation and continued to look at her profile.

I click on a random post and my jaw might as well be 6 feet under because holy fuck.

She is fucking stunning. Her lips are so full, and that dress hugs all her curves in the right places. Well fuck, now I'm hard. I scroll down to her first post, and just like that, my hard-on is gone.

I can't tell if the caption is a joke or not. I think it is because she didn't introduce that guy as her boyfriend.

As I go to look at another photo, the front door swings open and my head looks up to see

Matthew walking in with his face glued to his phone.

"Hey man, watcha looking at?" I ask in a slightly higher-pitched voice. His eyes look up from his phone and he tilts his head to the side as his eyebrows furrow a bit.

"Uhm, just trying to get to know more about the reporter girl," Something in me snaps as I feel my body heat up. Now I'm interested, "I got her number and asked if she wanted to come over and study tomorrow night. We have an art class together," He stated as he walked into the kitchen. I curiously followed him in.

"You interested in her or something?" I say casually, trying to hide the slight jealousy in my tone. I shouldn't be jealous, I don't even know the girl. All I want to do is fuck her, right?

"U-Uh," Matthew's cheeks turn to a light shade of pink as he tries to answer, "I mean she's very pretty and nice from what I know talking to her a few times. Yeah, I guess I like her a little bit but her friend would kill me if I tried anything. But, I think I'm going to try getting to know her."

Matthew isn't like me or Brett. He doesn't do meaningless hook-ups every time we go out. He's quieter and likes to read and stay in most of the time. He only hooked up 3 times last year with girls he took out on a few dates prior. He's more of a hopeless romantic in my opinion.

"Good for you man, it's about time you got back out there," I answer, feeling slightly hurt at his confession. He shoots me a smile and tells me he's going to head up to his room, I do the same. I pull out my textbook, note journal, and laptop, getting ready to study a bit before shutting off the lights.

I click on Netflix and turn on Too Hot to Handle and start the 2nd season. Yeah, I'm a guy who watches Too Hot to Handle, so what?

that's chapter 2 for you! hope you are enjoying the book so far :)