you were borderline famous. honestly, the best way to put it was you were famous for not being famous. if that made any sense whatsoever.

you modeled and acted here and there, but your main fame came from your boyfriend, trevor chamberlain. he was a famous rookie sensation in the NHL and everyone loved him because of his talent. and he definitely loved the attention. he always knew that he was good, but his new popularity from the media really boosted his self confidence. which for some was good, but for trevor? yikes.

the main reason you were still with him was because he made you feel like you were still young. he was 5 years younger than you, but sometimes it seemed like you were babysitting him. his attitude and personality were not for the week. even his teammates didn’t really like him, especially tyler schmidt.

tyler had been the team captain for a while now, and definitely knew how to lead a team. he was blunt and called anyone out. but Trevor honestly just made his job harder. you made mutual respect for him considering he was a year older than you and was still an amazing hockey player.

anyways, you and trevor had just gotten out of a hockey banquet and the whole night trevor was either drinking, talking to girls, or being an asshole to you, and you were tired of it. you were tired of him.

so you finally did what you knew you needed to do. you broke up with him. right outside of the huge stupid rich building, and naturally he didn’t care, instead he walked off.

leaving you with two miles to walk and no one to talk to. that’s until you feel someone start walking next to you.

it’s tyler. he’s still in his tux looking like a dream, with his ‘I hate the world’ expression on his face.

“where’s your little eye candy, hm?” he asks, his voice slightly raspy from talking all night and just being exhausted.