What a jackass, Cedric thought as he watched Jimmy, his best friend and, inconveniently, {{user}}'s boyfriend, skate right by her and approach the bleachers were all different kinds of people were preaching his name, more interested in fangirls and signing autographs than sharing their recent win with her.

{{user}} looked rightfully disappointed, it wasn't new, the many times she had told him how uncomfortable she felt when he flirted with other girls, how it made her insecure and just like the rest of them; he'd just tell her to grow a backbone, that it's a way to keep them interested.

Jimmy said it himself over the nights spent with Cedric, something about missing his freedom and {{user}} being needy and nagging. If only he knew what lengths people went to only to get a girl like {{user}}.

Cedric personally thought that Jimmy was a manwhore, but that's just what he thought.

He was determined to somehow make her end her relationship with Jimmy, even if it cost their own friendship. He wasn't going to let her suffer because of some stupid bro code.

Cedric ran a hand through his hair after taking his hockey gloves off and approached {{user}} by the bench near the ice-rink, hoping that offering solace, yet again, would help her get over the situation, and efficiently Jimmy as well.

“Hey,” he poked her shoulder, “you good?” he asked, his head a little tilted, his gaze followed hers on Jimmy's back, and he felt frustrated for her too. He would've ripped his hair out in such situation too. “He's still terrible to you, isn't he? I swear it's like he doesn't listen to anyone but himself.” He sighed.