Sorry it's so short, my best friend's brother got in a minor car accident. He's completely fine, but she was rattled so I needed to spend the day with her though taking her mind off of it.
Chapter 16
I got home from a challenging hockey practice and took a shower before collapsing into bed. I could see Veronique clearly from my position in bed. She was sitting at her desk doing something on her giant computer. I could assume it was probably something to do with fashion, for some reason agonizing what clothes to wear was important to her. I don’t understand it, I literally just put on whatever doesn’t smell that bad. I can tell she doesn’t understand my fascination with hockey but she didn’t say anything, so I didn’t bother her either. We haven’t seen a lot of each other lately, with her being a junior and me being a senior. Plus, I was playing hockey 24/7 with the draft being just this summer and Vero was working her way through the dreadful junior year. She got up from her desk and began to pull her shirt off. She paused for a second though and stopped and went to her curtains and shut them. I tried not to feel disappointed and reminded myself that if I would have lied there watching her change, I would have been considered a pervert.
Next Day
I saw Vero working with the hallway with a bunch of her friends. They didn’t seem to be working though, instead they were giggling and gossiping. I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, but as soon as I walked out of the classroom, they became silent.
“Vero.” I said smiling and I jerked my head towards the bathroom, trying to signal for her to come with me. She got up and ignored her friends when they made kissing noises and followed me.
“Hey stranger.” I said smiling and I kissed her on the cheek, not caring who saw. Vero blushed though and moved her head away slightly though.
“Do you want to go to the mall tonight?” I asked her, just wanting to be with her.
“I have two tests tomorrow though.” She replied. I tried to hide my frustration. Wasn’t I supposed to be more important than schoolwork?
“It would only be until 7 because my English tutor is coming over than.” I begged.
“Alright then, we can pick up dinner there.” Vero said smiling now. I got a drink from the water fountain and turned around hugged her impulsively, not caring if she got mad. She blushed again, but returned the hug before going back to her friends. I went through the rest of the day impatiently, not listening to my teachers drone on at all. All I could do is think about spending time with Vero. Finally, the day ended and I saw her sitting on my car in the parking lot. She was shivering though, Quebec winters are freezing. I greeted her with a searing kiss and helped her off the hood. Vero eagerly got into the passengers seat and as soon as I put the keys in, turned up the heat.
“You are always cold.” I teased her.
“Just because I live in Canada my whole life still doesn’t mean I’m immune to the cold.” She grumbled. I turned up the radio and started singing loudly, trying to match the high-pitched tone. Soon enough, I had Veronique laughing so hard she was almost crying.
“You’re the worst singer in the whole providence of Quebec!” Vero exclaimed, still laughing though.
“Thank you, thank you very much.” I replied. We got to the mall and we stepped inside. As soon as I saw the indoor ice rink wasn’t occupied by the game, I turned into a begging little kid in a candy store.
“Can we please skate?” I begged. To my surprise, Vero nodded immediately. “Of course.” She said, her eyes sparkling. I ran towards the skate rental place and got both of our skates.
“Jeez Marc-Andre, nice way to put it on morph speed.” She said laughing.
“To be honest, I’m afraid you are going to change your mind. You haven’t put on skates in forever.” I admitted while lacing the skates up.
“I’m not the wicked witch of the ice. I love to ice skate, just not the hockey part.” Vero said. She was slowly lacing up the skates, trying to get them tight. I knocked her hands away from the laces.
“I know that.” I said and quickly laced up the skates for her.
“Thanks.” Vero said absolutely beaming at me now. I took her hand and pulled her up. I got onto the ice first and Vero tried to follow me. When she stepped on the ice though, she almost fell flat on her face if I wouldn’t have grabbed her arm,
“Vero, I am embarrassed to call you a Canadian!” I laughed. She let go of the death grip on my arm and balanced herself. “I know how to skate, obviously. It’s just been awhile.” I just kept laughing and grabbed onto her hand. We skated around for awhile and she put her head on my shoulder.
“What do you want for Christmas?” I asked her. It was the beginning of December, I think boyfriends are supposed to start thinking of things like this already.
“I want you to win the gold at the World Junior Championships.” Vero said with a straight face.
I sighed, “I’m serious. What do you want?”
She laughed. “That’s what I want.” Her laugh was contagious and soon I was laughing too. “Alright, I’ll win you the gold.” After that, we got bored of skating and we grabbed some Tim Horton’s. Vero was obsessed with their hot chocolate and got two larges.
“You are such a freak.” I told her. She opened one of them and blew on it before drinking it. “Yup, I know.” After polishing off her completely healthy meal of donuts, we left the mall. I had to drive fast going home since we left the mall at 7:15. My dad would kill me if I was late for the tutoring session. He said it was important for me to learn to speak English if I was drafted into a city in the States. I dropped Vero off in front of her house. She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before jumping out of the car.
“See you later!” She yelled before dashing inside.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Chapter 16
I got home from a challenging hockey practice and took a shower before collapsing into bed. I could see Veronique clearly from my position in bed. She was sitting at her desk doing something on her giant computer. I could assume it was probably something to do with fashion, for some reason agonizing what clothes to wear was important to her. I don’t understand it, I literally just put on whatever doesn’t smell that bad. I can tell she doesn’t understand my fascination with hockey but she didn’t say anything, so I didn’t bother her either. We haven’t seen a lot of each other lately, with her being a junior and me being a senior. Plus, I was playing hockey 24/7 with the draft being just this summer and Vero was working her way through the dreadful junior year. She got up from her desk and began to pull her shirt off. She paused for a second though and stopped and went to her curtains and shut them. I tried not to feel disappointed and reminded myself that if I would have lied there watching her change, I would have been considered a pervert.
Next Day
I saw Vero working with the hallway with a bunch of her friends. They didn’t seem to be working though, instead they were giggling and gossiping. I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, but as soon as I walked out of the classroom, they became silent.
“Vero.” I said smiling and I jerked my head towards the bathroom, trying to signal for her to come with me. She got up and ignored her friends when they made kissing noises and followed me.
“Hey stranger.” I said smiling and I kissed her on the cheek, not caring who saw. Vero blushed though and moved her head away slightly though.
“Do you want to go to the mall tonight?” I asked her, just wanting to be with her.
“I have two tests tomorrow though.” She replied. I tried to hide my frustration. Wasn’t I supposed to be more important than schoolwork?
“It would only be until 7 because my English tutor is coming over than.” I begged.
“Alright then, we can pick up dinner there.” Vero said smiling now. I got a drink from the water fountain and turned around hugged her impulsively, not caring if she got mad. She blushed again, but returned the hug before going back to her friends. I went through the rest of the day impatiently, not listening to my teachers drone on at all. All I could do is think about spending time with Vero. Finally, the day ended and I saw her sitting on my car in the parking lot. She was shivering though, Quebec winters are freezing. I greeted her with a searing kiss and helped her off the hood. Vero eagerly got into the passengers seat and as soon as I put the keys in, turned up the heat.
“You are always cold.” I teased her.
“Just because I live in Canada my whole life still doesn’t mean I’m immune to the cold.” She grumbled. I turned up the radio and started singing loudly, trying to match the high-pitched tone. Soon enough, I had Veronique laughing so hard she was almost crying.
“You’re the worst singer in the whole providence of Quebec!” Vero exclaimed, still laughing though.
“Thank you, thank you very much.” I replied. We got to the mall and we stepped inside. As soon as I saw the indoor ice rink wasn’t occupied by the game, I turned into a begging little kid in a candy store.
“Can we please skate?” I begged. To my surprise, Vero nodded immediately. “Of course.” She said, her eyes sparkling. I ran towards the skate rental place and got both of our skates.
“Jeez Marc-Andre, nice way to put it on morph speed.” She said laughing.
“To be honest, I’m afraid you are going to change your mind. You haven’t put on skates in forever.” I admitted while lacing the skates up.
“I’m not the wicked witch of the ice. I love to ice skate, just not the hockey part.” Vero said. She was slowly lacing up the skates, trying to get them tight. I knocked her hands away from the laces.
“I know that.” I said and quickly laced up the skates for her.
“Thanks.” Vero said absolutely beaming at me now. I took her hand and pulled her up. I got onto the ice first and Vero tried to follow me. When she stepped on the ice though, she almost fell flat on her face if I wouldn’t have grabbed her arm,
“Vero, I am embarrassed to call you a Canadian!” I laughed. She let go of the death grip on my arm and balanced herself. “I know how to skate, obviously. It’s just been awhile.” I just kept laughing and grabbed onto her hand. We skated around for awhile and she put her head on my shoulder.
“What do you want for Christmas?” I asked her. It was the beginning of December, I think boyfriends are supposed to start thinking of things like this already.
“I want you to win the gold at the World Junior Championships.” Vero said with a straight face.
I sighed, “I’m serious. What do you want?”
She laughed. “That’s what I want.” Her laugh was contagious and soon I was laughing too. “Alright, I’ll win you the gold.” After that, we got bored of skating and we grabbed some Tim Horton’s. Vero was obsessed with their hot chocolate and got two larges.
“You are such a freak.” I told her. She opened one of them and blew on it before drinking it. “Yup, I know.” After polishing off her completely healthy meal of donuts, we left the mall. I had to drive fast going home since we left the mall at 7:15. My dad would kill me if I was late for the tutoring session. He said it was important for me to learn to speak English if I was drafted into a city in the States. I dropped Vero off in front of her house. She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before jumping out of the car.
“See you later!” She yelled before dashing inside.
I got home from a challenging hockey practice and took a shower before collapsing into bed. I could see Veronique clearly from my position in bed. She was sitting at her desk doing something on her giant computer. I could assume it was probably something to do with fashion, for some reason agonizing what clothes to wear was important to her. I don’t understand it, I literally just put on whatever doesn’t smell that bad. I can tell she doesn’t understand my fascination with hockey but she didn’t say anything, so I didn’t bother her either. We haven’t seen a lot of each other lately, with her being a junior and me being a senior. Plus, I was playing hockey 24/7 with the draft being just this summer and Vero was working her way through the dreadful junior year. She got up from her desk and began to pull her shirt off. She paused for a second though and stopped and went to her curtains and shut them. I tried not to feel disappointed and reminded myself that if I would have lied there watching her change, I would have been considered a pervert.
Next Day
I saw Vero working with the hallway with a bunch of her friends. They didn’t seem to be working though, instead they were giggling and gossiping. I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, but as soon as I walked out of the classroom, they became silent.
“Vero.” I said smiling and I jerked my head towards the bathroom, trying to signal for her to come with me. She got up and ignored her friends when they made kissing noises and followed me.
“Hey stranger.” I said smiling and I kissed her on the cheek, not caring who saw. Vero blushed though and moved her head away slightly though.
“Do you want to go to the mall tonight?” I asked her, just wanting to be with her.
“I have two tests tomorrow though.” She replied. I tried to hide my frustration. Wasn’t I supposed to be more important than schoolwork?
“It would only be until 7 because my English tutor is coming over than.” I begged.
“Alright then, we can pick up dinner there.” Vero said smiling now. I got a drink from the water fountain and turned around hugged her impulsively, not caring if she got mad. She blushed again, but returned the hug before going back to her friends. I went through the rest of the day impatiently, not listening to my teachers drone on at all. All I could do is think about spending time with Vero. Finally, the day ended and I saw her sitting on my car in the parking lot. She was shivering though, Quebec winters are freezing. I greeted her with a searing kiss and helped her off the hood. Vero eagerly got into the passengers seat and as soon as I put the keys in, turned up the heat.
“You are always cold.” I teased her.
“Just because I live in Canada my whole life still doesn’t mean I’m immune to the cold.” She grumbled. I turned up the radio and started singing loudly, trying to match the high-pitched tone. Soon enough, I had Veronique laughing so hard she was almost crying.
“You’re the worst singer in the whole providence of Quebec!” Vero exclaimed, still laughing though.
“Thank you, thank you very much.” I replied. We got to the mall and we stepped inside. As soon as I saw the indoor ice rink wasn’t occupied by the game, I turned into a begging little kid in a candy store.
“Can we please skate?” I begged. To my surprise, Vero nodded immediately. “Of course.” She said, her eyes sparkling. I ran towards the skate rental place and got both of our skates.
“Jeez Marc-Andre, nice way to put it on morph speed.” She said laughing.
“To be honest, I’m afraid you are going to change your mind. You haven’t put on skates in forever.” I admitted while lacing the skates up.
“I’m not the wicked witch of the ice. I love to ice skate, just not the hockey part.” Vero said. She was slowly lacing up the skates, trying to get them tight. I knocked her hands away from the laces.
“I know that.” I said and quickly laced up the skates for her.
“Thanks.” Vero said absolutely beaming at me now. I took her hand and pulled her up. I got onto the ice first and Vero tried to follow me. When she stepped on the ice though, she almost fell flat on her face if I wouldn’t have grabbed her arm,
“Vero, I am embarrassed to call you a Canadian!” I laughed. She let go of the death grip on my arm and balanced herself. “I know how to skate, obviously. It’s just been awhile.” I just kept laughing and grabbed onto her hand. We skated around for awhile and she put her head on my shoulder.
“What do you want for Christmas?” I asked her. It was the beginning of December, I think boyfriends are supposed to start thinking of things like this already.
“I want you to win the gold at the World Junior Championships.” Vero said with a straight face.
I sighed, “I’m serious. What do you want?”
She laughed. “That’s what I want.” Her laugh was contagious and soon I was laughing too. “Alright, I’ll win you the gold.” After that, we got bored of skating and we grabbed some Tim Horton’s. Vero was obsessed with their hot chocolate and got two larges.
“You are such a freak.” I told her. She opened one of them and blew on it before drinking it. “Yup, I know.” After polishing off her completely healthy meal of donuts, we left the mall. I had to drive fast going home since we left the mall at 7:15. My dad would kill me if I was late for the tutoring session. He said it was important for me to learn to speak English if I was drafted into a city in the States. I dropped Vero off in front of her house. She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before jumping out of the car.
“See you later!” She yelled before dashing inside.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Your choice
So I was reading the comments from last chapter and I realized a lot of you were excited for the draft chapter. I don't have the next chapter written up, so I'm giving you the choice: Do you want a few more chapters and then the draft chapter and ect. or do you want them to stay in high school and be normal for a few more chapters and then the draft. It's up to you! If I can get three or more comments by ..around 11 or 11:30 tonight, I'll try and get the chapter up tonight! If not, I will for sure get it up tomorrow because school got cancelled.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Chapter 15 [[Year 16]]
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Chapter 15
Vero’s POV
I opened the door cautiously, expecting to see some man with a gun that was going to take me hostage. Instead if was Marc-Andre…in hockey pajamas.
“Marc what the hell are you doing h-“ I began to ask before his took me in his arms. He crushed me against his chest before gently capturing his lips with mine. His lips were so soft and warm, but at the same time they were burning with intensity, crushing against mine. We must have stood there on the door steps, kissing for months. Years maybe.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” He said breathlessly, still holding me in his arms.
I laughed. “I do, if it’s anything how Iong I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” I admitted.
“I heard our parents talking one night that we were both slow learners, maybe that’s true.” Marc-Andre said laughing, leaning his forehead against mine. Suddenly, this moment was too intimate to be sharing at the front step of my house. Marc-Andre seemed to sense that to. “Follow me, V.” He said grabbing onto my hand. I eyed him wearily. “Where exactly are you planning on taking me?” I asked.
“Just trust me.” Marc said laughing, a bousterious, happy laugh. I let him drag me through the streets, running after him. All the hockey practice had done him well, I could barely keep up with him. Finally, we got to a familiar place. I laughed looking at the street hockey rink. “Do you need me to boost you up again?” I joked, referring to the first time we ever did it.
“Nope, this time I can help you, my lady.” He said kneeling down on the ground and holding his hands out. I stepped onto them and he hoisted me up, rather easily I might add. I couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles bulged when he lifted me up. I climbed over the fence and spider-webbed down the other side. By the time I looked up and fixed my shirt, Marc had already scaled down. He noticed me gawking and smiled self-consciously. “What can I say? I’ve grown a lot.” Marc-Andre said grinning.
I looked around at the familiar rink, all of the memories flooding back.
“So what are we here for?” I asked curiously, wondering why he brought me here. Once again, he didn’t answer me and just dragged me by hand again. We took me to the net and we laid down with our heads in the net, his arm wrapped around me. With our bodies crushed against each other, I couldn’t suppress the shiver that came. “Are you cold?” Marc asked. I nestled my head into his shoulder, “Never been warmer.” We both stared up at the twine of the net for a few moments, the cold winter night dead silent. “This is where it all started.” Marc said, finally breaking the silence.
“No, it all started in the rink.” I told him, that’s where he first started to want to be goalie.
“That’s where I did start playing first, but the burning passion to want to get into the NHL started here. Having to cram in time to practice with you between school made me want to start doing hockey as a job.” He explained.
I laughed, “I didn’t really do anything. I missed most of the net most of the time.”
He snickered, “And they were pretty soft shots too.” I punched him on the shoulder, “You’re lucky I helped you at all!” I told him. Marc turned and looked at me, “Trust me, I know how lucky I am now to have you.” Marc-Andre said causing me to blush. “So where does this leave us now?” I asked, of course I was going to be that one in the relationship.
“We could try dating?” Marc-Andre suggested in a fearful tone. This was nothing like the boy with the swagger in the net that I saw just a few hours ago.
“I would like that.” I said smiling, trying not to look pathetic by being too happy. He squeezed my numb fingers. He laughed when he felt how cold they were before standing up. “Maybe we should go home before we freeze and our parents flip.” I nodded, that was probably a good idea. We took our time walking home, going slowly and reminiscing on old times.
“You know, I might have a shot in the NHL. If I don’t decline horribly or screw up.” Marc-Andre said softly.
“I always knew it! And you won’t do anything to screw up!” I said excitedly.
“I won’t believe it until they say my name at the draft.” He responded.
“I bet you, you will go first pick in the draft!” I exclaimed.
Marc rolled his eyes, “Goalies don’t go first in the draft, almost never. I would be lucky to go in the second or third round.”
I smacked him, “What happened to the confident, happy Marc?”
He shrugged. “I am happy. I am confident, when I make big saves.” He said.
“Well, I’ll try and come to every one of your games, no promises though.” I said squeezing his hand.
“You’ll be my good luck charm.” Marc-Andre said grinning. I liked the sound of that. Eventually, we got back to our street. Like a true gentleman, he walked me up to my front door, the sun was just beginning to rise.
“Thank you Marc-Andre.” I whispered. Tonight truly was the best night of my life.
“No problem Veronique.” Marc-Andre said before leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said before waving and heading across the street. I let myself into the house and had to stop from letting out a scream of excitement. That’s when I realized that my mom was sitting at the kitchen table with another one of her magazines, staring at me.
Chapter 15
Vero’s POV
I opened the door cautiously, expecting to see some man with a gun that was going to take me hostage. Instead if was Marc-Andre…in hockey pajamas.
“Marc what the hell are you doing h-“ I began to ask before his took me in his arms. He crushed me against his chest before gently capturing his lips with mine. His lips were so soft and warm, but at the same time they were burning with intensity, crushing against mine. We must have stood there on the door steps, kissing for months. Years maybe.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” He said breathlessly, still holding me in his arms.
I laughed. “I do, if it’s anything how Iong I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” I admitted.
“I heard our parents talking one night that we were both slow learners, maybe that’s true.” Marc-Andre said laughing, leaning his forehead against mine. Suddenly, this moment was too intimate to be sharing at the front step of my house. Marc-Andre seemed to sense that to. “Follow me, V.” He said grabbing onto my hand. I eyed him wearily. “Where exactly are you planning on taking me?” I asked.
“Just trust me.” Marc said laughing, a bousterious, happy laugh. I let him drag me through the streets, running after him. All the hockey practice had done him well, I could barely keep up with him. Finally, we got to a familiar place. I laughed looking at the street hockey rink. “Do you need me to boost you up again?” I joked, referring to the first time we ever did it.
“Nope, this time I can help you, my lady.” He said kneeling down on the ground and holding his hands out. I stepped onto them and he hoisted me up, rather easily I might add. I couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles bulged when he lifted me up. I climbed over the fence and spider-webbed down the other side. By the time I looked up and fixed my shirt, Marc had already scaled down. He noticed me gawking and smiled self-consciously. “What can I say? I’ve grown a lot.” Marc-Andre said grinning.
I looked around at the familiar rink, all of the memories flooding back.
“So what are we here for?” I asked curiously, wondering why he brought me here. Once again, he didn’t answer me and just dragged me by hand again. We took me to the net and we laid down with our heads in the net, his arm wrapped around me. With our bodies crushed against each other, I couldn’t suppress the shiver that came. “Are you cold?” Marc asked. I nestled my head into his shoulder, “Never been warmer.” We both stared up at the twine of the net for a few moments, the cold winter night dead silent. “This is where it all started.” Marc said, finally breaking the silence.
“No, it all started in the rink.” I told him, that’s where he first started to want to be goalie.
“That’s where I did start playing first, but the burning passion to want to get into the NHL started here. Having to cram in time to practice with you between school made me want to start doing hockey as a job.” He explained.
I laughed, “I didn’t really do anything. I missed most of the net most of the time.”
He snickered, “And they were pretty soft shots too.” I punched him on the shoulder, “You’re lucky I helped you at all!” I told him. Marc turned and looked at me, “Trust me, I know how lucky I am now to have you.” Marc-Andre said causing me to blush. “So where does this leave us now?” I asked, of course I was going to be that one in the relationship.
“We could try dating?” Marc-Andre suggested in a fearful tone. This was nothing like the boy with the swagger in the net that I saw just a few hours ago.
“I would like that.” I said smiling, trying not to look pathetic by being too happy. He squeezed my numb fingers. He laughed when he felt how cold they were before standing up. “Maybe we should go home before we freeze and our parents flip.” I nodded, that was probably a good idea. We took our time walking home, going slowly and reminiscing on old times.
“You know, I might have a shot in the NHL. If I don’t decline horribly or screw up.” Marc-Andre said softly.
“I always knew it! And you won’t do anything to screw up!” I said excitedly.
“I won’t believe it until they say my name at the draft.” He responded.
“I bet you, you will go first pick in the draft!” I exclaimed.
Marc rolled his eyes, “Goalies don’t go first in the draft, almost never. I would be lucky to go in the second or third round.”
I smacked him, “What happened to the confident, happy Marc?”
He shrugged. “I am happy. I am confident, when I make big saves.” He said.
“Well, I’ll try and come to every one of your games, no promises though.” I said squeezing his hand.
“You’ll be my good luck charm.” Marc-Andre said grinning. I liked the sound of that. Eventually, we got back to our street. Like a true gentleman, he walked me up to my front door, the sun was just beginning to rise.
“Thank you Marc-Andre.” I whispered. Tonight truly was the best night of my life.
“No problem Veronique.” Marc-Andre said before leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said before waving and heading across the street. I let myself into the house and had to stop from letting out a scream of excitement. That’s when I realized that my mom was sitting at the kitchen table with another one of her magazines, staring at me.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Chapter 15 [[Age 16]]
It's about time :)
Chapter 15:
Vero's POV
I was lying on my bed in a pair of jeans and a ratty t-shirt just reading a fashion magazine. That’s when Scott called me.
“Hey babe, my parents are coming my game tonight, so you don’t need to.” He said and I felt like that his attention really wasn’t on me.
“I could still go..we just don’t have to meet up afterwards.” I offered.
“No, just don’t come.” Scott snapped.
I bit my lip and looked at my hands. “Okay.” I said stung. His mood almost immediately went back up. “Talk to you later babe, bye.” A few minutes later, my friend Emmi called. “Hey, will you go to the hockey game with me? Tommy invited me, but I don’t want to look like a loser and go by myself!” She shrieked. I pondered, Scott had just told me not to go. But this wasn’t to see him, this was to help a friend out. Plus, I hadn’t hung out with Emmi in a while, it would be fun.
“Yeah sure, I’ll meet you at the rink?” I responded.
“Thank you so much Vero!” Emmi shrieked again before hanging up. What can I say, she’s a very spirited girl. I rolled out of bed before changing into a pair of black skinny jeans and a purple v-neck sweater. I hope that Scott won’t be mad that I showed up anyway. He doesn’t really like me going out when I’m not with him, and I hate it when he gets mad at me. I started my trek to the rink and when I finally made it, I saw a very excited Emmi. She ran forward and clutched my arm, jumping up and down before finally talking. “Vero! I can’t believe he invited me! I mean we were talking on the phone..” I tuned out Emmi’s endless chatter to focus on Marc-Andre. He’s matured as a goalie, scouts were talking that he was going to be one of the greats. I can’t help but feel a little bit responsible for that, I was the crazy one with him all those nights letting him practice. I also couldn’t help but to feel a twinge of sadness, I had missed him blossom the past few years.
The game went great. Marc’s team won 4-3, so it wasn’t one of those boring low scoring games. Even though in my opinion, all hockey games were boring.
“Did you see Tommy wave to me?” Emmi asked and then she linked arms with me as we were walking out of the rink.
“I know! It was so cute, he must really like you.” I said playing along with her excitement. It was about time he payed attention to her, she’s like him for four years without him even acknowledging that she exists. I personally thinks his sudden interest is that she went from an A-cup to a C-cup in two months, but I would never tell her that.
“Oh that bastard! Vero, are you okay? Want me to go slap him?” Emmi’s tone turned to shock and outraged, causing me to snap my head up. The sight before me almost split my heart in two.
Marc-Andre’s POV
I was walking out of the arena with Max while he was telling his story about how he got slap marks on his face. “My two girlfriends met each other last night.” He scrunched his face. “Apparently girls don’t like it when they meet another girl dating their boyfriend.”
I snorted, “I would think Max. Not one of your brightest ideas.”
He laughed. “Well, one sucked in sack and the other wouldn’t do the deed, so it didn’t break my heart.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that, Max was such a womanizer. I could only help that it would get better as he got older.
“Oh damn. How did he pick up another hottie? Isn’t he dating your girl next door though?” I looked up to see Scott grabbing another girl’s ass. Yes, this girl was blonde and tall and leggy, but she wasn’t near Vero’s beauty. Anger bubbled up, how could he do this to such a kind, loving girl? I had to keep it in check though, he was my teammate and I couldn’t cause a rile in the team.
Max whistled. “See, I’m not the only one whose girlfriends meet!” He yelled. That’s when I saw Vero standing, looking like some one ripped her heart out. She had obviously stopped in her tracks and she still had her hands in the air, looking absolutely devastated. Teammates my ass! I ran forward towards Scott, ignoring Max’s yells to stop. Sure, he was stronger and bigger than me, but I was taller. I tackled him from behind, bringing us both the ground. I threw a punch in Scott’s face, causing the blonde girl to scream and cover her eyes. Scott cursed before punching me, and we rolled around on the ground before our teammates pried us apart.
“What the hell Marc-Andre!?” He yelled holding his now bloody nose.
“You never deserved her.” I spat out before turning around. Max clapped me on the shoulder. “You showed that bastard.” He whispered into my ear, but I ignored him, going straight for Vero. She now looked shocked and I slipped my arm around her waist. “ You don’t need him V.” I whispered to her before pulling her away from the scene and back home. Halfway through the walk, she was still rigid and stiff. I sighed and I knew I had to tell her. “Veronique, I know I wasn’t here for you last time. But let me promise you, I’m here now and there’s no way your getting rid of me.” It all came out in a rush. She looked up at me before bursting into tears. Shit, I didn’t mean for that to happen. She nodded and blurted out something I couldn’t understand, but I let it go. We eventually got back to our street and she went inside her house. I felt like we just made up as friends, but we never even said a word. I went back to my house and collapsed into bed, it had been an emotionally draining night. The hours ticked by though and I was still lying on my back staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t get the feeling of her in my arms out of my mind. I knew what I had to do. Without even bothering to put a shirt on or change out of my embarrassing hockey pajama pants, I flew out my house and stood in front of her door. This was the moment of truth, now or never. I almost chickened out, but I had to firmly remind myself to not be such a dipshit. Finally, I knocked on the door. A few minutes later Vero opened the door hesitantly. She was wearing a pair of old sweatpants, a large t-shirt, and her hair was tangled. Still, her and her soft curves were the most beautiful thing I’ve seen.
“Marc what the hell are you doing h-“ Vero began to ask but I cut her off. I grabbed her arms and pulled her into me before kissing her passionately. Her body melted into mine and our lips molded together. It was like she was made to be held in my arms. Before we both fainted from lack of oxygen, I regretfully broke the kiss off.
I smiled. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” I gasped breathlessly.
Chapter 15:
Vero's POV
I was lying on my bed in a pair of jeans and a ratty t-shirt just reading a fashion magazine. That’s when Scott called me.
“Hey babe, my parents are coming my game tonight, so you don’t need to.” He said and I felt like that his attention really wasn’t on me.
“I could still go..we just don’t have to meet up afterwards.” I offered.
“No, just don’t come.” Scott snapped.
I bit my lip and looked at my hands. “Okay.” I said stung. His mood almost immediately went back up. “Talk to you later babe, bye.” A few minutes later, my friend Emmi called. “Hey, will you go to the hockey game with me? Tommy invited me, but I don’t want to look like a loser and go by myself!” She shrieked. I pondered, Scott had just told me not to go. But this wasn’t to see him, this was to help a friend out. Plus, I hadn’t hung out with Emmi in a while, it would be fun.
“Yeah sure, I’ll meet you at the rink?” I responded.
“Thank you so much Vero!” Emmi shrieked again before hanging up. What can I say, she’s a very spirited girl. I rolled out of bed before changing into a pair of black skinny jeans and a purple v-neck sweater. I hope that Scott won’t be mad that I showed up anyway. He doesn’t really like me going out when I’m not with him, and I hate it when he gets mad at me. I started my trek to the rink and when I finally made it, I saw a very excited Emmi. She ran forward and clutched my arm, jumping up and down before finally talking. “Vero! I can’t believe he invited me! I mean we were talking on the phone..” I tuned out Emmi’s endless chatter to focus on Marc-Andre. He’s matured as a goalie, scouts were talking that he was going to be one of the greats. I can’t help but feel a little bit responsible for that, I was the crazy one with him all those nights letting him practice. I also couldn’t help but to feel a twinge of sadness, I had missed him blossom the past few years.
The game went great. Marc’s team won 4-3, so it wasn’t one of those boring low scoring games. Even though in my opinion, all hockey games were boring.
“Did you see Tommy wave to me?” Emmi asked and then she linked arms with me as we were walking out of the rink.
“I know! It was so cute, he must really like you.” I said playing along with her excitement. It was about time he payed attention to her, she’s like him for four years without him even acknowledging that she exists. I personally thinks his sudden interest is that she went from an A-cup to a C-cup in two months, but I would never tell her that.
“Oh that bastard! Vero, are you okay? Want me to go slap him?” Emmi’s tone turned to shock and outraged, causing me to snap my head up. The sight before me almost split my heart in two.
Marc-Andre’s POV
I was walking out of the arena with Max while he was telling his story about how he got slap marks on his face. “My two girlfriends met each other last night.” He scrunched his face. “Apparently girls don’t like it when they meet another girl dating their boyfriend.”
I snorted, “I would think Max. Not one of your brightest ideas.”
He laughed. “Well, one sucked in sack and the other wouldn’t do the deed, so it didn’t break my heart.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that, Max was such a womanizer. I could only help that it would get better as he got older.
“Oh damn. How did he pick up another hottie? Isn’t he dating your girl next door though?” I looked up to see Scott grabbing another girl’s ass. Yes, this girl was blonde and tall and leggy, but she wasn’t near Vero’s beauty. Anger bubbled up, how could he do this to such a kind, loving girl? I had to keep it in check though, he was my teammate and I couldn’t cause a rile in the team.
Max whistled. “See, I’m not the only one whose girlfriends meet!” He yelled. That’s when I saw Vero standing, looking like some one ripped her heart out. She had obviously stopped in her tracks and she still had her hands in the air, looking absolutely devastated. Teammates my ass! I ran forward towards Scott, ignoring Max’s yells to stop. Sure, he was stronger and bigger than me, but I was taller. I tackled him from behind, bringing us both the ground. I threw a punch in Scott’s face, causing the blonde girl to scream and cover her eyes. Scott cursed before punching me, and we rolled around on the ground before our teammates pried us apart.
“What the hell Marc-Andre!?” He yelled holding his now bloody nose.
“You never deserved her.” I spat out before turning around. Max clapped me on the shoulder. “You showed that bastard.” He whispered into my ear, but I ignored him, going straight for Vero. She now looked shocked and I slipped my arm around her waist. “ You don’t need him V.” I whispered to her before pulling her away from the scene and back home. Halfway through the walk, she was still rigid and stiff. I sighed and I knew I had to tell her. “Veronique, I know I wasn’t here for you last time. But let me promise you, I’m here now and there’s no way your getting rid of me.” It all came out in a rush. She looked up at me before bursting into tears. Shit, I didn’t mean for that to happen. She nodded and blurted out something I couldn’t understand, but I let it go. We eventually got back to our street and she went inside her house. I felt like we just made up as friends, but we never even said a word. I went back to my house and collapsed into bed, it had been an emotionally draining night. The hours ticked by though and I was still lying on my back staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t get the feeling of her in my arms out of my mind. I knew what I had to do. Without even bothering to put a shirt on or change out of my embarrassing hockey pajama pants, I flew out my house and stood in front of her door. This was the moment of truth, now or never. I almost chickened out, but I had to firmly remind myself to not be such a dipshit. Finally, I knocked on the door. A few minutes later Vero opened the door hesitantly. She was wearing a pair of old sweatpants, a large t-shirt, and her hair was tangled. Still, her and her soft curves were the most beautiful thing I’ve seen.
“Marc what the hell are you doing h-“ Vero began to ask but I cut her off. I grabbed her arms and pulled her into me before kissing her passionately. Her body melted into mine and our lips molded together. It was like she was made to be held in my arms. Before we both fainted from lack of oxygen, I regretfully broke the kiss off.
I smiled. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” I gasped breathlessly.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Yeah, I suck. I know. I'm sorry :(.
Please check out this story that I couldn't get out of my head. I would really love it if you did. http://memoriesworthalifetime.blogspot.com/ I hope every one had a great Thanksgiving :)
I was so excited to go to Scott’s hockey game. Well, maybe not excited for the boring hockey part, but the part that he liked me enough to ask me! I tore my closet apart, for once wanting to make a good impression. I decided on a pair of plain black leggings and a grey and white striped sweater (http://www.aeropostale.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3699446 ). I put on a pair of boots and slipped into my winter jacket before putting my gloves. I skipped down the steps and came upon the sad site of my mother. Her hair was thinning and grey, old beyond her years. The whole Marie thing has changed her for good. She now read teen magazines constantly, trying to figure out what caused her to do it. The thing is, she will never know. What Marie did was horrifying and devastating, but we will never get an answer about it. It’s just a way life, even though it sucks. My mom was an amazing mom in my childhood and now she still tries to care, she just can’t for some reason.
“Mom, I’m going to a friend’s hockey game. I’ll come back right after.” I told her.
“Okay.” She said without even looking up from the magazine. No more “make sure you’re dressed warm” or “have fun” or “be back by ten.” Now it’s a just a simple yes. I walked as fast as I could without slipping and falling on my ass. I walked down town to the local hockey rink. Hockey was an obsession here. I’ve been told many times that I am “un Canadien” for not loving hockey. I helped myself to some hot chocolate, a courtesy for attending games. They did anything they could to attract visitors. I viewed the small layout. Man, this sounds like the first day of middle school again. I decided to the middle of the ice, halfway up. That way he could see that I showed up, but it didn’t seem stalkerish. My jaw dropped, I can’t believe who’s on Scott’s team.
Marc-Andre’s POV
I rolled my eyes in the locker room, Scott was getting unbearable. I mean sure, he’s always a cocky player that brags about the girls he gets to come to our games, but it’s never been this bad before.
“Guys, I’m telling you. This is one hot piece of ass.” Scott exclaimed giving us all a look.
“Do you mind sharing?” Max asked smirking. Don’t get me wrong, I love girls. Especially ones with huge boobs. But I like getting to know them and not just going to hook up with them because of their looks.. Oh shit, I’m sounding sentimental. I shook my head and forced a laugh. “I look forward to seeing her.”
We hit the ice and I looked around, no one was there accept the normal parents. Then she caught my eye. Fuck. Anybody but Vero, please. Maybe she wants to be my friend again! Maybe we could go out to Tim Horton’s after my game like we used to. Scott skated to the glass and tapped his stick against the glass before winking at her. Motherfucker, it confirmed my worst fears. Scott is a cocky bastard, no way is he good for Vero! I can’t let him hurt her or I would have to kill him.
Max whacked my shin with his stick. “What is your hot neighbor doing here?” He asked.
“She’s Scott’s “piece of ass.” I gritted through my teeth.
Max’s eyes widened. “After the game I’ll hold him down, so you can take a few shots at him.”
I punched his shoulder. “Thanks man, but that’s not necessary. I’ll just talk to her, she’ll listen to me.” I hope.
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Vero’s POV
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Marc-Andre played horrible, that was the first thing I noticed. Scott played great. But they ended up losing 6-2. I bundled back up and waited outside for Scott to come out.
“Vero! Long time no see.” Max yelled out before coming and standing next to me. I rolled my eyes, “Hello Maxime.”
“You are looking quite lovely today. If you weren’t Scott’s or Marc’s..”He trailed off.
“I’m not Marc-Andre’s.” I snapped.
He held his hands up. “Woah, woah girl. Don’t bite my head off. But speaking of Marc-Andre..”
I cut him off once again. “ I don’t want to talk about him.”
Max turned serious now. “Girl, but he needs you. He hasn’t been himself lately and not being friends is killing him. Of course he’s a shithead that won’t let go of his pride, so he won’t tell you. But it’s true, he needs you badly.”
I discreetly wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. “I’m sorry Max, but he’s already used up all of my second chances.”
Scott slid up to us and put his arm around my shoulders. “Hey Talbo, why you talking to my girl?” He asked breezily. It irked me a little that he called me his girl before the first date, but I decided to let it go.
“Okay, okay Scott. See you later Vero.” Max said sadly before walking backwards to Marc-Andre.
“Let’s get going Veronique.” Scott said tugging me forward. I looked back one more time and I saw Marc-Andre staring angrily at us.
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