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.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
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