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.
Max whacked my shin with his stick. “What is your hot neighbor doing here?” He asked.
ReplyDelete“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.”
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That was great! I love them together! LOL
C'mon V, don't fall or this guy's smooth-talkin' stuff. You love Marc*
Glad to see an update from ya*