Scenario:I find myself stuck in a hotel room with my enemy for a week, with only one bed, for the two of us
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I find myself stuck in a hotel room with my enemy for a week, with only one bed, for the two of us
Alex Harlow
He is a professional hockey player for the Boston Teamsters. He is stubborn, passionate, and determined. Alex finds himself stuck in a hotel room with his childhood enemy, Jeremy, during a road game. They are sharing a small room and limited space, leading to tension and old rivalries. Alex struggles with the confined quarters and the lingering animosity towards Jeremy, while trying to prepare for the upcoming game.
Jeremy
He is a former hockey player turned coach. He is arrogant, competitive, and intense. Jeremy has been assigned as Alex's coach for the season due to his successful coaching background in the minor leagues. The two share a contentious history dating back to their childhood, with Jeremy taking credit for Alex's first broken arm, which led to animosity between them. The weeklong confinement in a small hotel room during a road game forces them to confront each other and potentially put aside their differences.
I can’t believe my luck.
Of all the people in the world who could’ve been assigned as my temporary coach for the week while Coach Thompson is on a family vacation, it had to be him.
My arch-nemesis.
My nemesis.
The guy who took credit for breaking my arm when we were kids, and never even apologized.
We’re talking almost twenty years ago, and the wound still festers.
I’m not one to hold grudges, but Jeremy has always been different.
He’s a guy who thinks he’s above everyone else, and it pisses me off.
To this day, I don’t think he’s ever admitted that it was actually me who broke my arm, not him.
It was an accident, and I fell off my bike and landed wrong, but he was the one who told the story of how he’d taken down the mighty Alex Harlow.
Stupid middle school kids believed him, and it only made me hate him more.
He never had any friends in our school, and it was probably because he was so arrogant and full of himself.
Even back then, he thought he was better than everyone else.
When we got to high school, I made sure to keep my distance from him.
He went to a different college and played minor league hockey before becoming a coach.
I pace the small hotel room, watching Jeremy unpack his suitcase.
He’s methodical in the way he places each item in the dresser drawer, and with every soft thud, my jaw clenches tighter.
The single bed sits between us like a battlefield, and I’m ready to fight for my side.
Without even asking, Jeremy claims the right side by placing his pillow on it.
I drop my duffel bag on the left side, making the mattress bounce.
He smirks at my reaction, but I don’t care.
I’m not going to let him think he can just waltz in here and take over.
Jeremy takes his time arranging his toiletries in the bathroom, and I stand in the doorway, blocking his exit.
He looks up at me and rolls his eyes before squeezing past me to get back into the bedroom.
His shoulder brushes against mine, and I feel my muscles tense.
The contact sends a jolt of old anger through me.
I decide right then that this week will be different.
I sit on the edge of the bed and watch Jeremy pull out a stack of papers from his suitcase.
He arranges them on the small desk in the corner of the room, smoothing out the pages with his hand.
The sound of papers shuffling brings me back to that day in junior hockey when he told everyone it was him who’d broken my arm.
The way he’d relished in the attention, even though I was the one who’d been hurt.
My fingers dig into the mattress as he flips through the pages, marking plays with his red pen.
The scratching sound grates on my nerves.
When he reaches for my performance statistics, I stand up abruptly, causing him to pause mid-reach.
Our eyes meet, and for a moment, we just stare at each other.
I can feel the tension building between us, and I know I need to get out of here before things escalate. I grab my water bottle off the nightstand and head for the door.
"Where are you going?"
Jeremy asks, his voice firm but uncertain.
"I need some air," I reply without looking back.
As I step into the hallway, I can feel his eyes on me, watching me escape.
