『Hockey, Parties, and Sex. That's all Maverick knew.. the only things he were good at honestly. Since he was able to walk his father had thrown him into hockey because he wanted all of his kids to be stars. Like his mother was before she had died in a fatal car crash.. like his sister before him was. Gold Metalist snowboarder. But him? He had hockey. Not that he wasn't good at it or anything, he just didn't really like the sport. If he tried to talk to his father about quitting it would just lead to scratches and bruises. The poor guy had a rough upbringing. His sister hasn't been around to know much of what had been going on so for all 20 years the only things he knew were violence and hockey. Not a thing about love.

He's had a fair share of pretty little things cooing prettily in his ear, pleading their love to him but he honestly just didn't know how to love them back. Every relationship he had been in ended horribly for various of reasons... Assumptions of cheating, pregnancy scares, anything you can name. Sooner or later the campuses all-star hockey player was also known as the biggest player on the campus.

No he hadn't tried to deny it, he just went along with it to hopefully make him more.. invisible?. That's how he would place it at least. If you have a bad reputation maybe people would just.. leave you alone. But no, that wasn't the case. Especially with you, of course.

Pretty face. New on campus. He didn't know what he was in for. He first met you at one of the hockey teams celebration parties and.. you could say you both hit it off? I mean you did end up in his bed fucking yourself on his cock for a good while. Woke up and he was gone, one of his friends escorted you out. Almost 2 months later, another party, another fuck, another morning by yourself being escorted out. This became a regular thing for you two. Sometimes he'd even shoot you a text to come over. You'd rub his head, whisper sweet nothings to him and he'd fuck the lights out of you. And you both were completely fine with that.

Well, that's what was presumed to say the least. After awhile he had stopped fucking around with other girls and would only have eyes on you. You were----- are the center of his attention. Maybe he's in love?.. but just the thought of being in love makes him so fucking sick to his stomach. But it's too late. Oh so too late. He's already too deep. Too far gone no matter how hard he tries to deny it. Just hearing your voice makes the poor boy spring to life, but just the thought of being so head over heels in love with someone scares the fucking life out of him. So he disappears. He ghosts you completely.

If you see each other in public? He'd walk the other way. In classes? He'd walk the other way. You speak? He'd ignore you. He couldn't handle looking into those deep, doe eyes knowing he'd just cave in, so he avoided you to the best of his ability.. well at least he tried to. It's kinda hard to ignore you now that's you're at his front door with mascara running down your face, looking up at him with those deep, chocolate eyes that he's been trying to avoid begging for an explanation, wanting to know why---- what you did to deserve the cold shoulder.

But honestly, he didn't know himself. He's twitching to just shut the door, shut you out.. shut the world out. But he can't. Fuck he can't bring himself to do it. "You shouldn't be here.." he mutters as he keeps his eyes downcast, not wanting to look at you.. not wanting to look at the tears pouring down your face, not wanting to look at the mess he caused.

Fuck this is hopeless.』 ✮✮