sixteen.

Petra was a mean girl, but she wasn't stupid. Her heels clicked all the way from the lobby to the locker room in Rexall Place, which had just recently let the team in for full practice. It was a chance for the rookies to get used to the place, and to get ready for that opening game. But soon they'd be having their first pre-season match, against the Tampa Bay Lightning. Petra was determined to have things sorted out by then.

It was easy to find Lander. He was exactly where she thought he'd be, talking to that little pipsqueek with the huge tits. She was pathetic.

"Hey, Lander?" Roxanne approached him shyly.

"Yeah?" he ran a hand through his hair, making her melt.

"Um," Roxy snapped out of her approaching mood, "I got your spare gloves for you. They're dry now, if you want to give me the ones you've got now, so you're all set."

Lander grinned, "Thanks," and took them from her shaky hands. The sparks were starting to fly like crazy. She felt her face getting warm. He looked beautiful today, his chestnut hair soft enough to touch.

Seeing her cue, Petra shoved Roxanne out of the way and squealed, "Baaaaaby! There you are!"

Keeping his cool, Lander simply said, "Hey Petra."

"Have I ever told you how hot you are? I mean, like right now?" Petra purred, lifting up Lander's shirt and feeling his abs. She glanced at Roxy, who was struggling to pick up all the gloves that had been knocked out of the dryer.

Lander frowned, gently moving her hands away, "Petra, what the hell is going on?"

"Nothing. I just...I think I want you right now." Petra said with an evil grin. "I mean, who wouldn't?" She turned to Roxanne. "You'd have him if you were given the oppurtunity, right Intern?"

Roxy visibly swallowed.

Petra smirked, "Did I stutter? Answer me."

Roxy looked down at the floor, "Um...sure."

Lander immediately caught on and pushed her off him, "Petra, I'm not doing this right now."

"Yes you are." Petra grabbed him by his forearm and pulled him out of the locker room, leading him to the hallway, "Now you're mine." Lander helplessly watched Roxanne continue to struggle with the heavy glove dryer that had fallen as he was pulled away.

"Did you SEE the look on her face? Priceless." Petra said with a laugh.

"What the hell are you trying to pull?" Lander snapped.

Petra's face grew angry, "Do you think I'm stupid, Lander?"

"What?"

"I see the way you look at her. Need I remind you, you're MY boyfriend. And that toothpick with giant tits, is nothing."

"Excuse me? I don't look at her like anything."

Petra could feel her temper rising; she hated it when he tried to stand up to her, "If you so much as glance at her, or speak to her again...

"You don't get to talk to me like that. I'm your boyfriend, I'm not going to do anything."

She clenched her hand into a fist, "I can talk to you however I want. The second you piss me off, I can go right to my dad and tell him you RAPED me. Bye bye contract, bye bye career."

He replied without hesitating, "You need proof of that hon for him to do anything."

"I need nothing. I say the word, he drops the iron fist on your ass."

"It's really sad that your dad can't grow a pair."

"And yours will be gone if you talk to Roxanne again. I forbid you to speak to her."

Lander sighed, "Whatever, I've got a drill I have to run." He went to leave, only to feel her nails painfully dig into his arm.

"It's your call, Lander."

She released him, leaving the prickly feeling in his arm lingering.

-

Roxanne rummaged through her purse, searching for her car keys. She knew they were in there. But for some reason she couldn't seem to grasp them. And it was making her more frustrated and upset than she already was.

"FUCK, where are they?" Roxy cursed, feeling her cheeks start to burn.

"Here." Jordan seemed to appear from nowhere, bending down and picking them up off the pavement. He handed them to her simply. Roxy avoided his gaze, "Thanks."

She continued to search for the actual car key on her keyring, "Fuck, where is it?!"

"It's the big one..." Jordan said quietly.

"Thanks," Roxy replied, only to drop the keys again, feeling her cheeks start to burn, "Oh...fuck..."

"You want me to drive you home?" Jordan offered.

Roxy sniffed, shaking her head, "No..."

"I saw what she did...and I'm sorry." Jordan said.

Roxy sighed. He knew about Petra dangling Lander in front of her, "Doesn't matter."

"Yeah it does, she's a bitch."

"I meant it doesn't matter whether I care or not. What I'm doing is going to get me killed." Roxy sighed, "Don't act like you don't know. I'm sure that Lander's told you the things we've done...I mean, guys talk..."

Jordan had a concerned look on his face, "I do know, but I also know that he doesn't care about her."

Roxy said nothing.

"And the fact he keeps coming back to you...means something."

"It means I'm the only one who can keep him satisfied."

Jordan chuckled, "It means alot more than that Roxy. Lander doesn't sleep with the same girl more than once, because he likes variety, he likes mixing it up. And yet, he keeps coming back to you, instead of going to any puckbunny he can get his hands on."

"Depends on what I'm into that day."

Jordan raised his eyebrows.

"Don't give me that look."

Jordan smirked, "I see how you look at him. I wish I could look at someone that way sometimes."

Roxy avoided him, deciding instead to finally unlock her car, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm not stupid, Roxy."

"I don't do relationships."

"But you still like him."

"He's great in the sack, that's it. It's not possible for me to have feelings for someone...not after what happened in high school."

"Roxy, how long ago was that? It's in the past, and come on...you two are good together, i can see it..."

"NO!" Roxy snapped, tears finally breaking free, "Jordan...I can't....he's...and I'm...midget with gigantic melons next to a God. We'd look weird."

Jordan rolled his eyes, putting up his hands, "Okay, you need to shut up, because you're gorgeous. And Lander, well...he's Lander, and obviously you two are together for a reason."

Roxy was stunned, "I don't know what to say."

Jordan sighed, "Sorry, I just...I think about these things alot...well...I'm just going to stop talking."

Roxy suddenly felt sorry for him, "I get it...you're lonely, aren't you?"

Jordan shrugged, "You'd think I'd be able to get a girl easily after my 'famous goal.'"

Roxy opened the passenger's seat door, "Get in. We can go back to my place, watch Grey's or something."

Jordan was surprised, but pleased, "I like that idea."

-

Roxanne and Jordan had never really just hung out the two of them, so it was slightly awkward at first. It was clear her heart was broken, and here he was, wishing he even had someone to pine over. Three or four beers later, Roxy was feeling pretty good.

"D'you want another one?" she asked, giggling like crazy.

"Naaah, I'm good," Jordan replied, "You're getting hammered, Roxanne."

"So what?" Roxy said with a smirk, "You wanna know something?"

"Sure."

"I've never kissed a guy with a gap between his teeth."

Jordan was taken slightly aback, "Lander's got one, I'm pretty sure you have."

"Not like yours," she slurred.

Jordan laughed, "So you're considering it now?"

"Can I have a taste?" Roxy asked, edging close.

"If you really want to..." Jordan replied, not once thinking she really would.

Before he knew it, Roxanne pressed her mouth to his, kissing him with so much tongue he thought he had died and gone to heaven. She trailed her tongue along the roof his mouth, giving off a unique sensation, and parting just as she traced it through his front gap.

"How's that?" he asked, smiling.

"Good, let me have some more," Roxy said quickly, going in for another kiss. She kissed him hard, letting her hand trail down to between his legs. Just as she expected, he was easily excited. She felt Jordan involuntarily moan into her mouth at her touch.

"I can offer you something more..." he said drunkenly.

Roxy smirked, "You see, Jordan...I have this special talent." She pushed him down on the sofa as she lowered herself to his waist. He watched in awe as she undid his belt, and then proceeded to undo the zipper- with her teeth!

"Oh god..." Jordan groaned. It'd been forever since he'd had any action, and he felt like he would burst at just the slightest touch.

Jordan's jeans had made it to the floor. Roxy teased him through his boxers, making him beg her to just get them off already. She shook her head, "Not yet."

He stared as she took off her sweater, then her t-shirt. Roxanne stood there with just her tight jeans and DD-cup bra, black and laced. Mentally he knew she'd been wearing it for someone else.

"What about Lander?" he asked. Morals for some reason came first today.

"What about him?" Roxy whispered seductively, "You know you want this, Jordan..." She purposely pulled back the band of his boxers and gently breathed on him. He went into spasms.

"Jesus..."

"You want it, and you're going to get it," Roxanne smiled, "Now, you be a good boy and let me take care of you..."

Jordan let out a groan as he felt himself dive deep inside her mouth. He'd never felt anything quite like this, watching her head bob up and down while his body was immersed in pleasure. It was hot, tight and complete ecstasy.

No wonder he was so disappointed when she stopped.

"You like?" Roxy asked, licking her lips.

"Whoa..."

"You're not as big as him, so it's easier," she said, "Hope you don't take that the wrong way..." Her hand slowly pumped him.

Jordan closed his eyes, "No...it's good...you're...mmmm..."

"I mean, at some point I'd like to do that, since it's my special talent," Roxanne continued, her hand moving faster and torturing Jordan, "But I'd have to practice on a cucumber or something, you know?"

"Yeah...yeah...oh god..."

All of a sudden, she stopped. The front door clicked. Mandy was standing there, her mouth hanging open. Busted...again.

"Oh shit..."

Mandy blinked. For some reason, she wasn't angry or disgusted this time. In a weird way, she was kind of turned on. That didn't make sense to her. After spending the entire night and day being miserable, the idea of having sex with someone else...was appetizing.

This was the chance. The chance to erase Taylor from her mind, at least for tonight. Jordan was hot, he always had been, but she wasted her time on Taylor- and in a relationship, no less! Being Roxy's best friend, she knew they worked well as a team...well, they never shared a guy, but hell, fuck Taylor. She was going to jump off the deep end, and swim like hell.

"I want a turn."

Roxy laughed, "Uh...ok?"

Jordan didn't know what to say, "You what?"

Mandy undid her jeans, "Roxy...get the lights. Let's show Jordan how we do things around here."

Jordan had no choice but to watch in shock as the lights went down low and both girls stripped down to their underwear in front of him. Mandy got on top of him and took of his shirt, sucking on his neck while Roxy continued to work her magic on his bottom half. Soon enough she got off and they both kneeled before him.

"Is it my birthday?" Jordan asked, in a daze.

"Let's work on this together," Mandy suggested.

"Good idea," Roxy said with a smirk. They both eyed his manhood, and then, at the same time, they started to finish him. Little did they know, that would take all night.