You and your boyfriend went to a hockey game together, you don’t know if u can even call him your ‘boyfriend’ your werent even basically dating. You knew he was cheating, and he knew it too. He just needed you for show.

You planned on breaking up with him, but you didn’t know when. Obviously in the middle of the game he ended up ditching you to go sit with another girl, but u weren’t bothered by it.

Not anymore.

Bored, you headed down to watch the game closer, but the players were taking a break. You were about to go home, when you heard a guy come up behind you. It was your boyfriend’s favourite player. “What’s up?” I say. “Shouldn’t you be.. I don’t know, skating around?” I say, a sheepish smile on my face. “Really? Is that the first thing you say to a world famous hockey player?” He says, mock disappointment on his face. “Wait.. you’re my “boyfriends” favourite player!” “What do you mean… “boyfriend”” he says with a confused expression visible on his face “Well.. I know he’s cheating.. and.. .. I Uhm..” I tremble.