Aspiring

Piper Spirals

Piper's POV

Meanwhile, in rural Boston,

As the days went on and I, Piper Peregrine, continued to watch the Boston Blackhawks play, occasionally going to games when I could, I found myself growing more and more enthralled by the players. All of them were adorable in a way. Jonathan was a handsome and wise captain, both Russian Nikitas were adorably lost, Brampton was adorable with his shyness, Tyler had his sick flow with his wavy blond hair and then there was Percy, who was perfect, yes.

But a new player had entered my heart.

Up until now, I had eyes for that blue-eyed blondie Percy. And I could go on and on about the wonderkid with the sweet soft hands.

But now....now I was wanting a brunette.

A certain boyish centerman for the second line.

Jeremy Sagan.

I mean, he was the most perfect one on the team. His perfect wavy brown hair that seemed to curl up and gave him just such a boyish look. It was his hair that made him look so hot. When he would remove his helmet and run his hand through those gorgeous locks of his...I'd melt inside. It wasn't right. And then...those spectacular brown eyes of his that were always full of happiness and wonder.

And there were his slight stubble of the start of a beard that could never grow because of his youthful look and age. I loved to hear about how the team would often tease him about the lack of facial hair that he had. But it was fine, because I wasn't much a fan of facial hair.

Oh, and how could I forget to talk about the shoulder tattoos he had. I learned he had two on each shoulder, which had a special meaning to him and that were hidden under his sleeved shirts. I hated the sleeved shirts the most. They took away from his muscular arms...that I wished to no end could be wrapped around me. Someday. I wasn't a huge fan of overly tattooed people...but Jeremy...Jeremy was just right. And, to be honest, when he wore a tight-fitting athletic tank top...

I'm getting off topic here, but you get the point. I was really obsessing over Jeremy.

Jeremy was in my dreams, my thoughts and well...everywhere. He was the face of the team to me. And though I loved Percy - and well everyone on the team - to death, Jeremy was just a little bit better. Percy was adorable, Jeremy was a sexy beast!

I was watching the next game, right after I learned about my love interest for the Canadian dream boy and I made sure to read up and learn everything I could about him. I wanted him so much to be mine. I bought his jersey and a fan shirt with his name on it. Anything Jeremy had for merchandise was mine. (And somehow my parents let this happen and were perfectly fine with this...)

I made sure I had on all of my fan gear, before I sat down on my couch for the game. As soon as the camera focused on Jeremy skating around in the warm-ups, I squealed and blushed deeply.

I found myself staring at his rippling muscles in his arms as he worked his stick professionally in his hands, keeping a puck in his blade as he moved around. Then he slapped it at the net and I literally lost it.

I watched Jeremy skate around the net and run into Percy, who's curly blond hair was almost a mess on top of his head already. But those blue eyes were bright and shiny under the lights of the arena. He smiled at his friend and they shared a gentle shoulder bump as they passed each other. The camera followed Jeremy over to where he skidded to a halt with Brampton and then quickly found Percy, who was beside Jonathan.

"Go back to Jeremy!" I whined at the TV. I couldn't help myself, I wanted to see his precious face and his hair!!

Sure enough the camera eventually returned to him. He was smiling that million dollar, movie star smile of his that had the right amount of "awe shucks" and cheese to it. As the camera focused on him, Jeremy was talking to Brampton before they broke apart and began to pass a puck back and forth with one another. But that turned into more of a play as Jeremy scooped the disc onto his blade and tossed it to Brampton, who would toss it back and occasionally they'd kick it around with their skates.

"OMG! He's so cute!!" Piper squealed as Brampton lost the puck and Jeremy gave him a "c'mon man" look before smiling once more.

The warm ups concluded with one final treat as Jeremy was pulled aside for a pre-game chat with the chosen "Between the Boards" announcer for the night, Bradley McFarlane. I didn't pay much - if any - attention to any word Jeremy - or Brad - said. I just watched the hockey player's lips move and longed for them to touch mine.

I closed my eyes, imagining his lips pressed against mine. It made me hunger for him more. I wanted him badly. Have I said that? I'm pretty sure I have. But this is just what happens. I can't stop thinking and saying I want him, because I do! I have to have Jeremy Sagan. I have to kiss him, feeling those lips pressed to mine. I have to feel those muscular shoulders. I have to just...touch him, feel him...HAVE him.

I blinked my eyes open to see him grinning at the announcer, his eyes shining with excitement and an eagerness to play some hockey.

He ended the interview with a wink to the camera, which made my heart skip a beat and then he skated off to center ice, where Brampton and Nikita, his two linemates were waiting. He bent into position and...I lost it again. The camera was on my side tonight as it zeroed in on the young Blackhawk forward. I found myself breathless and enchanted by the TV view. I was looking right at Jeremy's perfect ass.

Then the game started and I was jerked away from the spectacular camera angle as the puck was dropped and the game was underway. As much as I tried to shake it, I couldn't get the image of that ass out of my head! It was so wickedly perfect...and I wanted to touch it. I wanted it to be mine!

I really, really, really wanted Jeremy Sagan to be mine! I know, I know, shut up already you guys get it!

Well...as the game happened on the screen and I continued getting image after image of that pretty boy, I couldn't help but think that my best friend, Jessica Caesar, needed to see Jeremy and Percy and the entire Blackhawk team! If she hadn't already that is.

She'd begun to take notice of me anyway and she was growing in concern but I was just so happy and in the moment that I didn't fully understand her or pay much attention to her. She decided to force me, her friend, into a therapy conversation with her...

...As much as I hated "the talk" or to "talk".

But come to think of it, looking back or knowing me as much as she did, she had a right and a point to. I was "off my meds." Literally.

A few days into my obsession with Jeremy, she called me. And I was spiraling deep into obsession with the hockey player for the Boston Blackhawks. I was madly in love with Jeremy Sagan. Number 91 on the ice, number one in my heart and mind.