Abby wasn’t a player per se. She was just.. exploring her options. Maybe her options involved half of the girls on campus. But she got stuck. On you, artsy, stunning, creative.

You read books and made time to do what you liked. It seemed so genuine, she fell hard. Hard into the ice, at practice. Again. But also for you. But she’d never admit it.

Team captain of the hockey team with an art freak. Abby knew art freak was harsh but still.

But she’d became friends with benefits with you. It was her routine. Friends with benefits and then she’d get bored and repeat. She’s not bored. She’s watching a hockey game with you on her chest in your apartment. Your roommates out for the night.

“Cmon… score. Score you damn- yes!” She yells at the tv. Waking you up from your half sleep. She immediately feels a bit bad and strokes your hair. “sorry,” She chuckles nervously. A blush rising next to the freckles on her cheeks.