Power Plays & Straight A's
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Power Plays & Straight A’s
CU Hockey Book 1
Eden Finley
Saxon James
Contents
Disclaimers
1. Foster
2. Zach
3. Foster
4. Zach
5. Foster
6. Zach
7. Foster
8. Zach
9. Foster
10. Zach
11. Foster
12. Zach
13. Foster
14. Zach
15. Foster
16. Zach
17. Foster
18. Zach
19. Foster
20. Zach
21. Foster
22. Zach
23. Foster
24. Zach
25. Foster
26. Zach
27. Foster
28. Zach
29. Foster
30. Zach
31. Foster
32. Zach
Epilogue
Thank you
About Eden Finley
About Saxon James
Power Plays & Straight A’s
Copyright © 2020 by Eden Finley & Saxon James
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Story Styling Cover Designs
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Disclaimers
This is a work of fiction. Colchester University is a fictional college that has a rivalry with a real college, the University of Vermont. The relationship and animosity between them is completely made up. This in no way reflects the authors’ real thoughts or feelings toward the University of Vermont nor does it depict actual actions of any UVM students. UVM is depicted in a purely fictitious manner.
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While we stuck as close as we could to the NCAA guidelines and rules in regards to hockey, we took creative freedom with some small details, because again, fiction. Fiction is supposed to be fun, and sometimes real-life rules want to shit on that.
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Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the authors’ imaginations or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
1
Foster
As soon as I walk through the front door of my childhood home, I’m being yelled at. “It lives!”
Welcome home.
I throw my brother a middle finger while I dump my bag of laundry on the ground next to the kitchen. “Some of us don’t get summer vacations.”
Seth stands from the couch in our parents’ living room, the floorboards creaking as he makes his way over to me while I pull orange juice out of the fridge and drink from the carton.
“Correction,” Seth says. “You could have a summer vacation, but you choose not to. Also, I drank out of that five seconds ago. You’re totally drinking my backwash.”
I practically choke and have to fight to keep juice from coming out my nose.
Seth laughs. “We shared a womb. A little spit won’t kill you.”
“And you wonder why I don’t come home more over the summer.”
I stayed on campus with half the team and helped our coaches run the Colchester University summer hockey camp to scout for promising high school players.
Since Colchester is a Division I school, the competition to get into the camp is fierce. Making sure the kids vying for next year’s spots don’t kill each other is a full-time job.
Plus, it’s an excuse to play hockey year-round, and what moron would pass that up?
Seth takes a seat on a stool at the kitchen counter. “I need a favor.”
I eye my brother. My twin. Supposedly. We’re not identical. And not only because I keep my hair short on the sides and meticulously styled up top while he has unruly hair that sits loose around his neck. Our bone structure is different. I have a square jaw, his is rounder. He has a cleft chin, and I don’t. His eyes are even a lighter shade of brown than mine. We’re the same height, but I have the physique of an athlete. Seth looks and dresses like a librarian.
People can tell we’re brothers, but they’re generally taken aback when we tell them we’re twins.
Seth blinks at me, waiting for me to say yes to this so-called favor, no questions asked.
“I’m not agreeing to anything before you tell me what it is. I’m not that dumb.” I lower my voice. “Anymore.”
Seth laughs. “So, you know Zach. My bestest friend in the whole world.”
The name catches my interest. “Where is your shadow? You two are usually joined at the hip.”
“He flew home for the last week of break to see his parents before he starts his grad program.”
I scoff. “Overachiever.”
Zach is our age, but he took so many extra courses over the last few semesters, he graduated an entire year early. He’s a little awkward and a lot cute. He has a major nerd vibe going on, which apparently my dick likes a lot. But Seth made it clear I wasn’t allowed any of those thoughts when they became roommates and friends freshman year at the University of Vermont. He called dibs—in the friendship sense. Sweet, little, two-minutes-older-than-me Seth is straight as an arrow.
Those two minutes are more important than people think.
Twins are born on the same day at the same time, but the oldest still has privileges the second born doesn’t. In our case, our mom and dad named us after their mutual friend who’d set them up. Meaning my brother scored the guy’s normal, everyday first name, and I got his last name. Foster. It’s Australian for beer. Wanna take a guess how many times I heard that growing up? Fucking countless.
Pair that with our last name Grant, and if it’s not beer jokes, I get Foster Grant sunglasses remarks. Our parents didn’t really think that one through.
“So, the favor …”
“Get to the point faster, Seth.”
“Well, the thing is, his grad program isn’t at the University of Vermont.”
“Where is it?”
Seth avoids eye contact. “Colchester.”
“My school? He thinks he’s got what it takes to be a mountain lion?”
Mom and Dad wanted Seth and me to go to the same college. The best we could do was rival colleges in the same town.
And when I say rival, I mean not even frenemies. The hate is strong between our campuses.
Colchester is newer and bigger. UVM is … stupid.
“Colchester offered him housing and tuition, and he doesn’t give a shit about sports, so it doesn’t matter if he’s a catamount or a mountain lion. Which, by the way, are both types of cougar. How original of your school to choose a mascot that’s basically the same.”
“Catamounts are extinct.” I mutter, “Like most of the professors on your campus.”
Seth sighs. He’s never been big on school spirit. “I was kind of hoping … I was hoping you’d keep an eye out for Zach on campus and, like, be his friend?”
Oh, how the tables have turned. “Sorry. Can’t. That goes against the stay away warning you gave me the first time I ever met him. I don’t know which rule to follow, Seth.”
“You’re still not allowed to hit on him.”
My gaze darts around the open-plan kitchen and living room and toward the hallway down to Mom and Dad’s bedroom.
“They’re not here,” Seth says. “But that does raise another point—”
Ugh. He’s going to bring up the whole telling them I’m bi thing. Again. My argument that I’m waiting to be in a relationship with a guy for it to even matter to them was vetoed when Seth found out I was seeing a guy last year.
I had to explain to my poor naïve brother there’s a difference between dating someone and fucking someone.
He hasn’t brought it up since.
Until now
“Why does Zach need a friend?” I change subjects, hoping he will drop the conversation about me coming out.
“You mean apart from the obvious?”
“The obvious?” I know what he’s saying, but I’m playing dumb.
Zach is adorably nerdy but ultimately unapproachable. During the handful of conversations I’ve had with the guy over the last three years, he’s either given one-word answers or rambled about some obscure topic.
“If it was up to him, he’d never go out or talk to anyone. He’d spend all his time in his room studying.”
“Oh, the horror! Someone looking out for their future!”
“It’s not healthy. And he knows no one at Colchester.”
“He’s twenty-one. He should be adept at making friends by now.”
“Have you met him?”
It’s not that I don’t like the guy or that it’d be too hard to be friendly with him, but I won’t exactly have time this year to play hero. That’s my brother’s forte. He was the same all throughout school. He’d find the loneliest kid and befriend them. It’s admirable, but fuck, I spent most of my childhood trying to fit in a box that felt too small for me. I’m the selfish brother.
I need to focus on hockey this year, plain and simple. I can’t see myself chasing after some nerd, no matter how cute he is and no matter how many times I’ve jerked off to him over the last three years. Seth wanted me to stay away from him, so I have. He can’t go changing the rules on me now, especially when I can’t be distracted this year.
Nothing can come between me and hockey. End of story.
But then my brother averts his gaze, and I get the feeling there’s more to this.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I ask.
“Nothing.” Seth’s voice is all high pitched.
I lean on the counter, bringing our faces closer. I know when my brother is lying; it’s obvious in the way he refuses to look at me. “Liar.”
“Okay, fine. He … he had a bit of trouble with some guys on campus last year.”
“What kind of trouble?” The growl that comes out of me is completely involuntary.
“Juvenile stuff mostly.”
“How surprising coming from UVM students.”
“Don’t start.”
“So, what, some guys were picking on him? What is this, high school?”
“I figured if you saw anyone hassling him, you could maybe help him out. But I forgot how proud you Colchester jocks are. Forget I said anything. Sorry for trying to look out for my friend.”
Damn it. Now I feel guilty.
He doesn’t even need to ask me. I might not be the type of guy to actively seek out those who need help like my brother does, but if I saw someone harassing Zach, or anyone for that matter, I’m not the type of asshole who would sit back and not do something about it.
I’m a hockey player. One NHL bound. Hopefully. We’re not known for backing down from a fight. We’re usually the first to run toward one.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t use this situation to my advantage.
My gaze goes to my weekly laundry sitting by the front door. “Okay. I’ll look out for your friend.”
“Thank—”
“If … you do my laundry.”
Seth looks horrified. “All your sweaty hockey socks?”
“Take it or leave it.” I stand to my full height and head for the stairs up to my old room.
Seth doesn’t let me even reach the first step. “Fine. Deal.”
I keep walking while I try to hide my face-splitting grin.
2
Zach
Sweet Jesus, why is this school so big?
I check the map on my phone to make sure I’m heading in the correct direction when I notice the dorm now seems farther away than when I started.
Either the girl who gave me directions at dorm registration doesn’t know the difference between left and right, or I took a wrong turn somewhere.
Before I can get frustrated, I turn on the spot and drag my suitcase back in the other direction. It bumps along the tree-lined path. Normally, I’d take advantage of the detour, observe the lay of the land so to speak, but the campus at Colchester University is nothing like the beautiful one I’m used to at UVM. Here, everything is all angles and glass, and the few brick buildings I’ve passed have been painted obnoxious colors.
I’m tempted to think the transfer from UVM to CU was a bad idea, but that’s only because of the lingering influence of my family visit. As much as I love my parents, I go home as little as possible because Mom’s worrying drives the rational right from my brain. It was a relief to pack my things and leave again.
Then I arrived at the airport.
First, I was charged for excess baggage because Mom insisted I take everything I could possibly need—which would include the kitchen sink if it were up to her.
On the plane, I was lucky enough to get seated next to a young mother with a baby-slash-puke machine that cried the whole time. It would have been fine if I’d had my noise-canceling headphones with me, but apparently, they were the one thing I hadn’t packed.
Then this woman asked me to hold her baby while she went to the bathroom. First of all, who does that? I don’t know anything about babies. Especially screaming ones. And suddenly people were looking at me to shut this thing up.
I’m certain she was in the restroom crying over her life choices because she took forever. If we weren’t in a tin can with no chance of escape, I would’ve worried about her not coming back.
The literal icing on my day was when this baby, still crying and red faced, got so worked up it threw up all over me. This thick, white, milky kind of vomit, which I can still smell.
I try to focus on the positives in life, but the only positive thing about that flight was getting off the plane once we landed …
Until some blind old lady ran her suitcase over my foot at baggage claim.
So, I have a bruised foot, smell like puke, can’t find my new dorm, and … and … I take a deep breath before I start feeling overwhelmed.
Can I get a do-over, please?
I shake my head and give a small laugh. I can still turn this around. A bad morning does not have to equal a terrible day.
Positives, Zach. Like … my private room. My TA position. The fact I’m here, alone, with no Seth as my security blanket and no one to treat me like I’m incapable. And the biggest positive of all, there is absolutely no reason for me to be on the radar of any primitive-minded jock.
Yes, this will be … fine.
I know I’m heading in the right direction when I pass people carrying luggage too.
See? I can do this. I’ve found my way across campus without someone holding my hand. I can be a strong, independent, ah, person. I let myself smile.
My phone starts to ring as I reach Albany Hall at last, and I stop to fish it from my pocket before cradling it between my ear and shoulder. “This is Zach.”
“Are you always going to answer my calls like that?” Seth’s teasing voice loosens tension I wasn’t aware I was carrying.
“I like to be prepared. You never know who’s calling.”
“You have caller ID.”
“Well I know that, but what if it’s not you calling from your phone? It could be anyone. I want to sound p
rofessional.”
He starts to laugh. “Who the hell else would be calling from my phone?”
“Police? Lawyer? Angry ex-girlfriend? What if it’s a concerned citizen because you’ve been in an accident?”
His answering silence is heavy with amusement. “Let’s get this straight. If I’m in an accident, your main concern is that you sound professional?”
“You never know the emotional capacity of the person you’re dealing with. In fact, I rarely know your emotional capacity.”
“It definitely varies when I talk to you.”
I scowl. “And now you’re teasing me.”
“How is CU?” He smoothly changes the subject, and I let it go.
Grabbing my suitcase again, I drag it up each of the four stairs to the dorm entrance. “It’s … different.”
“Of course it is. Can you smell the pretentious assholes already?”
His faux innocence makes me laugh. “I’m keeping an open mind.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
I reach for the door, but the handle doesn’t budge. It’s locked and there’s no keyhole. Who on earth locks a dorm during the day? The day before school starts and—
My gaze lands on the little black scanner. Right. I need my key card.
“Everything okay?” Seth asks.
“Yep, I’ve got it all under control.” Somehow my voice stays steady. It’s not technically a lie. “I do need to go though. I just got to my dorm, and I have to prepare for tomorrow.”