I asked you out 7 months ago, but I kept the relationship a secret and so did you. I pretend to hate you and set on a cold deamor but I fucking hated it because sometimes you took it personal.

now it's thrusday, 5:45pm. I'm getting ready for my game, I sit in the locker room on the bench with a expressionless face as ever, one I heard the whistle ring I walk and get ready to go onto the ice but once I saw you I stopped, I looked back at the coach him seeming not to care I make my way over

"Why the fuck are you here." I glare down at her threw my hockey helmet with my stick in my hand