“♫ She wears your number, but I got what you like She’s got you right now, but I’m still on your mind ♫“

You’ve got him all figured out, your ex boyfriend Rafe Cameron, a famous nhl player.

He had a new girlfriend after cheating on you, this random girl, Sofia. It wasn’t even two weeks after the breakup and he had a new girl.

It was expected, he needed someone to fill in for you at his games—Everyone thought you two were still dating, the internet going crazy over you two.

Even if Sofia was a replacement for your spot on the bench at games, you’d still be at the games as your older brother, Topper Thornton was Rafe’s bestfriend and teammate.

Rafe Cameron being center, he mainly attacked which meant? A lot of the attention would wander back to him, but were you really going to stare at the actual game or just cheer for your brother?

Topper was right wing, supporting the center, you could just focus on him, can’t you?

Sitting on the bench, a few people down was Sofia, Rafes new girlfriend—You tried to be more discreet, the internet would go crazy if they saw some new girl cheering for Rafe, then his ex, just down the bench.

It was the warmup for the Stanley Cup, cheers for either teams roared and through the stadium.

His grunts, muffled through the helmet and the crowd growling. The blades sliding against the ice, as he glanced up at the bench, not even spotting his current girlfriend but piercing right at you.

Sofia may had been wearing his jersey, but he didn’t even recognize her—His breath bitched, chest heaving. Sofia may have had Rafe now, but he had you stuck in his mind nonstop.

Cheeks flushed, swallowing his throat before snapping out of the trance of your beauty as the buzzer screeched.

His eyes kept flickering over to you, nonstop. The way you were mesmerizing, captivating to his eyes weren’t helping his focus. Rafe was the star of the game, he couldn’t lose just because he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

Sofia cheered loudly, supporting him but nothing but ignorance came back from him—Shrugging his shoulders, stretching one final time before skating to the middle for the face off.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see his striking blue eyes flickering back to the bench, the exact position where you were.