Dating Washington (Discovering Me Book 2)

by Ann Craven

  There was no way he’d return home to Texas after high school when there was so little for him there. Hockey was his only way to a different kind of life.

  Sitting in his stall, he started unlacing his skates and pulled them off just as noise reached him from the hall. Moments later, the team burst into the locker room. They didn’t speak, but their sullen body language said it all.

  Defiance Academy had lost. Killian tried not to blame the backup goalie, but he couldn’t help thinking if he was in net they’d at least have stayed tied.

  Yeah, he was cocky but deservedly so.

  The truth was, Killian shouldn’t have even been there right then. He should have been playing for Team USA in World Juniors, but he’d been passed over for that just like everything else in his life.

  Never quite good enough.

  Coach entered the room, his eyes scanning the faces surrounding him. “You boys played well.”

  “We lost.” Kenny hung his head. “And if it hadn’t been for Killer, we’d have lost by a lot more than we did.”

  Coach Ryan sighed. “Hit the showers, boys. You all leave for winter break soon, and we don’t have any games until after the holidays. Rest and come back with fresh memories. This loss is now in the past.”

  Killian closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. Coach Ryan’s favorite speeches revolved around having short memories, but you couldn’t erase a loss.

  When he opened his eyes again, Coach stood in front of him. “How are you feeling?”

  “I told you I was fine.” Killian tried to stand, but Coach put a hand up to stop him. “Take a shower, and then one of the trainers will drive you to the hospital.”

  “Coach…”

  “Nonnegotiable, James. I saw how your shoulder hit the post, and I see how you’re holding your arm now. I want you to get an X-ray and an MRI. If it’s just me being an overprotective coach and nothing is wrong, at least we’ll know that. But I’ve seen guys struggle to come back from injuries, and I will not have the best goalie I have ever coached lose his bright hockey future because he was too stubborn.”

  “Fine.” Killian bit back the words he wanted to say. Coach didn’t deserve to bear the brunt of Killian’s anger. “I’ll go.”

  ~~~

  By the time Killian returned to campus, the halls were eerily silent. Defiance Academy had strict rules about things like curfew. All students had to be in their rooms by ten at night. They said it was for safety reasons. The academy was the kind of rich-kid school Killian never thought he’d set foot in. Children of politicians, CEOs, and celebrities attended because their parents were assured certain protections from the media.

  And there was Killian James, poor nobody from San Antonio, Texas. The day they’d sent him a scholarship offer to play hockey changed his life. He went from ranch hand and casual hockey goalie to NHL hopeful within a few years’ time.

  It was a rise that had been written about in the Hockey News, but Killian never saw why they felt the need to talk about his humble upbringing. He might not have had much, but he had the best mom in the world.

  A mom who’d called three times since seeing the game streamed online. She never missed one.

  Killian stared down at his vibrating phone as he leaned against the wall next to his door. Bringing the phone to his ear, he sighed. “Hey, Ma.”

  “Killian James! What is the matter with you, boy? I have to see my son get the sense knocked out of him and then wait hours for him to call his dear old ma to say he’s alive.”

  A smile curved his lips. Even in his exhausted state, hearing his mom’s thick Southern voice made him wish she was there. “It’s nothing. I promise. They checked me out for a shoulder tear, but it’s just a sprain.”

  The breath whooshed out of her. “You’re going to drive me to my grave, you know that?”

  “I love you too, Ma.”

  “Your sisters want to say hi to you. It’s late, and I tried to make them sleep, but they worry just as much as I do.”

  He smiled at that. Being away from home was hard, and Defiance Academy wasn’t exactly the most welcoming place for scholarship kids.

  “You’re a jerk.” That was Zoey, Killian’s thirteen-year-old—and every bit the age—sister.

  “Hey, Zoe. Miss you too.”

  “If you missed me, you wouldn’t make us think… He—” Her yell was cut off when another voice came on.

  “Sorry, Zoe. Killy just wants to talk to me.”

  He laughed at six-year-old Rory’s words. Even on such a crap night, his sisters could always make him feel better.

  “Are you coming home for Christmas, Killian?”

  He hated the words he had to say and hated even more that his mom hadn’t told Rory yet. “Rory… You’re going to have a great Christmas, but I won’t be there.”

  She started crying. “Why not?”

  How did he tell a six-year-old their mom couldn’t afford to fly him home for both winter and summer breaks so he had to choose? “I’m going to be home in the summertime.”

  “But, Killian, Baby Girl needs you.” He smiled at that. Baby Girl was what she’d named the horse he’d taught her to ride. They didn’t own her, and her real name was Jasmine, but she belonged to the ranch their mom worked at. Their mom was a cook and housekeeper. During the summer, Killian mucked stalls and exercised horses.

  “You’ll just have to explain it to her, Ror. Tell Baby Girl I love her and I wish I could be there with her, but sometimes, we don’t get what we want.”

  Rory’s soft sobs came through the phone for a moment before another voice rang in his ears. “I’m so sorry, Killian.” His mom had always felt guilty for not being able to provide more for her kids after their dad left them. Killian didn’t blame her though. She did the best she could. The ache in his shoulder intensified, and all he wanted was go to sleep and forget this day ever happened.

  “It’s okay. I’ve got to get some rest.”

  “Okay, I love you, honey.”

  He hesitated for a moment longer before hanging up. It was the second year in a row he’d miss being with his family for the holidays, and it didn’t get easier. No matter how busy he was, or how focused, he couldn’t stop missing them. On his tough days, he sometimes wished he could just go home and live a simple life.

  But then he’d put on his hockey pads and remember he was never meant for simple.

  Pushing into his room, he stopped when he caught sight of his roommate, Diego, hunched over his keyboard. Diego didn’t look up from his massive computer screen as Killian dumped his hockey bag near the foot of his bed.

  Taking an ice pack out of their shared freezer, he placed it under his shirt over the compression bandage and sighed as the cold seeped into his skin.

  Still, Diego didn’t notice him. His eyes darted back and forth across the screen. Code appeared as he typed it, but it wasn’t like Killian understood any of it.

  After living with Diego all semester, the only thing Killian really knew about him was that he loved his computer more than people and was the son of some wealthy tech genius.

  Pushing his glasses up into his dark hair, Diego rubbed his eyes and looked up, noticing Killian for the first time. His gaze darted from the ice pack to Killian’s face, but he didn’t ask if he was okay. That would have required him to speak.

  The truth was, Killian was pretty sure he scared Diego. He was a big Texan hockey player at a school that worshiped hockey. When they’d first met, it amused him. But then Diego never snapped out of his wide-eyed fascination, and it started annoying Killian to the point he avoided his room.

  After staring at each other for a moment longer, Killian lay down on his bed and turned away from Diego. “Don’t type on your computer all night. I need some sleep.”

  Diego didn’t answer, but the typing never resumed.

  ~~~

  Sharp pain woke Killian the next morning. He groaned as he turned over, realizing he’d shifted onto his sprained shoulder in
his sleep.

  As he opened his eyes, he jerked back. Diego stood over him, bent down so he looked straight into his face.

  “What are you doing?” Killian breathed through the pain.

  Diego straightened. “You…l-looked like you were in pain.”

  “I was, but that doesn’t explain why you were standing over me.” This dude was weird.

  Diego removed his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt. “I… You were in pain.” He cocked his head to the side as if that was reason enough to act creepy.

  Sure, Killian might have woken up groaning, but he must have missed the part where he became friends with Diego. It wasn’t that he disliked the guy, but Diego had never made any effort, and Killian saw Defiance Academy as only a means to an end. He had little desire to get to know the privileged kids like Diego who had a career set up for them at their family companies before they were even born.

  “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

  Diego went to the freezer and retrieved an ice pack. Holding it out to Killian, he didn’t say a word.

  Killian struggled out of his T-shirt and unwound the compression bandage before placing the ice pack directly on his skin.

  All the doctor told him to do was rest and ice. He said if he did enough of both, Killian would probably be ready to go by their next game in three weeks.

  His phone rang from where he’d left it on the desk. Diego snatched it before he could. “Someone named Zoey is calling you. Is that your girlfriend?”

  “No.” He took the phone and shut it off without answering. Zoey would only be checking up on him for his mom. “What time is it?”

  “Almost noon.”

  No wonder his stomach growled. Reaching into the bin under his bed, he retrieved a protein bar. “Shouldn’t you be packed to go home?”

  “Home?”

  “Yeah, the place where people live when they’re not stuck in a shoebox room with another dude.”

  “I’m not going home.” He sat in front of his computer, turning his attention away from Killian.

  “What do you mean you’re not going home?” Killian got out of bed, realizing how sore his entire body was after that game.

  Diego shrugged. “My father isn’t big on holidays, and I have things to accomplish here.”

  He spoke more like a businessman than a teenager. The anger Killian was known for crept up, and he had to hold it back. His winter break wasn’t supposed to be spent sitting in a crowded room. The only thing he’d looked forward to was having space for the first time in months.

  “You have things to accomplish?” Killian loomed over Diego’s shoulder.

  Diego didn’t answer him. He’d already disappeared into the lines of code streaking across the screen.

  For a moment, Killian had forgotten about his shoulder, and all he wanted to do was convince Kenny to take practice shots on him so he too could lose himself.

  But then the throbbing intensified. Gingerly pulling a shirt over his head, Killian walked to the door. “I’m going to the dining hall.”

  Diego didn’t respond. Sometimes, Killian wondered if his roommate even lived in the real world.

  Dating Texas

  Chapter Two: Diego

  “This is next-level disgusting.” Diego carefully placed the last pin correctly labeling the pig’s respiratory system. He needed AP biology on his college résumé, but he questioned whether it was worth it. Honestly, he needed high marks on every possible science he could fit into his schedule, but dissecting a baby pig was the very last thing Diego Jackson ever wanted to do. It was inhumane, and he couldn’t help but wonder why someone hadn’t come up with a synthetic alternative. Anything would be better and much less gross than this pitiful creature.

  “At least it’s not a cat.” His lab partner, Van, poked their pig with a sharp utensil, trying to locate each lobe of the lungs. “Last term, the junior class got cats. Can you imagine?”

  “I saw them in the lab fridge. They really didn’t look like cute cuddly kittens.” Not that the pig was remotely cute either. “They were kind of terrifying. I didn’t open that fridge for the rest of the semester.”

  “I get the importance of studying from the real thing,” Van said, squealing as a stream of formaldehyde splattered across her safety goggles. “But this is never going to be my idea of a good time.”

  “Remember the frogs in ninth grade?” Diego scribbled his observations in their lab journal, labeling each of the respiratory parts without looking at his book or the pig. When it came to the sciences, Diego didn’t struggle like some students. It was in his blood.

  “You tried to lead a protest against using real animals for high school dissection exercises.” Van shook her head with a smirk. “You didn’t get very far.”

  “Hey, I’ve never been the leader type, but I got three students on my side. Four if we count you.”

  “And two of those girls just didn’t want to touch the frogs.”

  “I’m used to people not getting me now. I’ll keep my ‘save the world, save the animals’ ideas for my apps.”

  “How’s the new one coming?” Van sorted their tools and started cleaning their lab station.

  “It’s slow.” Diego sighed. “I’m tackling an enormous project all on my own, but it’ll be worth it if I can ever get it into beta testing.”

  “I still don’t get why you don’t just ask your dad for help.”

  “Dad’s more focused on saving the financial industry than the planet. He’s not going to be impressed with my little project.”

  “You should talk to him about it while you’re home for the holidays. Tell him it’s a project for your STEM club and you just want to pick his brain.”

  “I’m not going home.”

  “What? Why? You can come home with me if your dad’s not going to be around.”

  “It’s not that. I want to stay.”

  “Why?” Van wrinkled her nose. “Why would anyone want to stay on campus for Christmas? It’s not like this is Hogwarts.”

  “It’s three whole weeks of uninterrupted work. I wouldn’t give that opportunity up for anything. If I go home, Dad’s going to feel like we have to spend time together or go on some lame vacation. Here, I can just work without anyone bothering me.”

  “You have strange priorities, my friend.”

  “Vanessa, you can pack up for the day. You guys are done,” Mrs. Cone said. “Good job, both of you. I know this isn’t your thing. Diego, the headmistress would like to see you before your next class. You can head out early.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Cone.” Diego grabbed his things and headed to Headmistress Jones’s office. He was hoping she had good news for him.

  “Diego,” Mr. Wilson, the school secretary, greeted him as he entered the administrative office. “The headmistress is waiting for you.”

  “Thank you.” Diego shouldered his way into Georgina Jones’s office, dropping his bag at the entry.

  “Diego, have a seat.” She stood on top of her desk on her bare tiptoes, changing the light bulbs in the overhead fixture.

  “You know you could just call maintenance for that.” Diego ignored her offer and crossed the room to help her, knowing she’d refuse.

  “I’m picky about my bulbs. I need soft light, or it gives me a headache. There.” She finished screwing in the last bulb. “Well, if you aren’t going to sit, come, make yourself useful.” She gestured for him to stand next to her desk. She grabbed his shoulder and stepped down onto her chair and back on the floor where she slid her feet into her high heels. She still barely came up to Diego’s shoulder.

  “How’s the app coming?”

  Diego flopped into the chair opposite her desk. “It’s coming. It’s just slow.”

  “You can write code in your sleep. What’s slowing you down?”

  “The visual stuff.” He scratched the back of his head. “I don’t have the patience for it. I’m more into organizing and structuring the app than making it look nice. I’ll have to do it e
ventually, but right now, I’m avoiding it.”

  “Well, I might have a solution for that.” She sat behind her desk, shuffling through her files. “Ah, here it is. Since you’re staying on campus for the holidays, I had a genius thought to pair you with a mentor or sorts.”

  “A mentor? Here in Riverpass?” Diego just managed to hold back his snort, covering it with a cough.

  “Don’t be such a snob, Diego. Just because our school happens to be in a sleepy little town doesn’t mean greatness can’t come from outside these walls. There’s a graduate from Twin Rivers High who’s now a student at MIT.”

  Diego leaned closer. “MIT? Who is this guy?”

  “She is the local girl who created the hugely successful app, No BS. Peyton Callahan is a brilliant coder with a talent for the visual components you struggle with. She’s in Twin Rivers for the holidays and has agreed to mentor you for the rest of the year. You can get acquainted while she’s home, and if it’s a good fit, you can continue to work with her for as long as it’s mutually beneficial.”

  “And she’s willing?” Diego sat on the edge of his seat. Having an MIT student as a mentor was the best Christmas present he could ask for.

  “I’ve given her a pass to access the campus over the break. She’ll meet you this afternoon at the coffee shop in the quad. I know you’re not exactly a people person, but Peyton might be the nicest person I’ve ever talked to.”

  “I’ll make it work, Mrs. Jones. Thank you for setting this up.”

  “Just do me one favor, Diego.” She leaned over her desk.

  “Sure, anything, Mrs. Jones.”

  “Try to have some fun over break. I know you find great joy in your work, but don’t forget to live a little too.”

  ~~~

  “Soy milk vanilla latte with an extra shot.” Diego ordered his regular coffee. “And please use my cup.” He handed over his stainless-steel travel mug—complete with an annoyed look from the barista—and mentally calculated the points that would earn him once the app was in beta.