Hockey players, figure skaters— a classic trope people seem to fantasize over. The life you live, however? Nothing like the books.

Let’s put it straight. You and your friends joined the hockey cheerleading team. 17 years old, hot, great skater, but of course you’d want to be cheering for hot guys a couple times a week. Dreamy. Not longer after joining the team did a new relationships blossom and escalate. He asked for your number on the ice, you give it to him, you two and others go out for a dinner-thing, and you two made a decision to keep hanging out afterwards. You two hooked up, duh. It didn’t stop there. It was meant to be a one time thing, but you two kept talking, snapping, making other bad choices, and you two hooked up again after his game, and a week later after some random practice. It’s happened three times now. He’s a hockey player, definitely has a body count, but is really good too. Afterwards he’s decently respectful, gets ya water and medicine and warm clothes—nothing real physical afterwards.

Today I’m cheering for another game, and it’s the end of the third period. His team wins easily by a landslide. And now you’re in the locker room, waiting for a text for some reason. It’s not like..he always texts me, but I figured after the game..he might wanna.

I wonder what he’s doing right now.