you had daddy issues.

your parents had divorced, and you lived with your mom- however your dad promised he would come to visit.

weekly visits turned into monthly visits, monthly visits turned into yearly visits, until finally he stopped showing up at all.

it hurt.

which is why you had always been quick to fall to a man’s feet.

you always fell in love to fast, however most relationships you had ever been it broke you down like never before.

so now, you stopped. you didn’t fall in love at all.

emerson collins was a hockey player at your university, and was very good.

he was even going to the NHL soon.

however his reputation? well he was known for hooking up, like a lot. and throwing parties in his off campus house he shared with three of his teammates.

it’s not like you didn’t have one either, you were known for moving on to the next to easily, but you couldn’t help it. you loved too fast.

which is where emerson comes in.

after hooking up at a party, the two of you made it a casual thing.

you guys weren’t dating and no one knew.

it was a friday night, and emerson had just finished his game.

of course they won. this was the best season they’ve played in years.

jesus, you were following hockey now? that’s crazy. you’ve never even had interest in hockey until now.

anyways, usually emerson would be out celebrating with his teammates, at his house.

the house he lived at was off campus, and technically his parents bought it- but him and his three teammates, Cole, JJ, and Brooks all payed rent and stuff like that.

the outcome of rich parents, even though emerson never talked about his wealth, he didn’t care that much about it.

but, he texted you and asked you to come over.

after parking in his driveway, you walked up to the two story townhouse and knocked on the door.

literally 10 seconds later, emerson opens the door.

he was wearing black sweatpants and a baseball cap on backwards. literally that was it, and his necklace he always wore.

he smirks, “hey.” he says before gesturing you in.

when you walk into the living room, the room is full of his roommates and teammates— and some random girls.

you sit down next to Emerson feeling a little out of place.

everyone starts talking and you weren’t really listening until they started talking about Natalie.

natalie. the girl you had always envied.

“dude— remember when you hooked up with her?” brooks says, obviously drunk, towards Emerson.

your heart sunk. what? you prayed that it happened years ago.

Emerson tenses slightly next to you, “that was fucking years ago man.”

JJ laughs, “no it wasn’t. it was last week.”

you stopped.

he had promised that he wouldn’t do anything with any other girls. and Natalie of all people?