𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 • 𝗔. 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗦

𝐹𝐼𝑉𝐸

[n a r r a t o r]

Wolf Stansson did not know that his daughter was going to be versing him in the Junior Goodwill games. In fact he was completely oblivious that his daughter was even playing hockey competitively, although he is a dad and it is his position to know these things he couldn't have been more forgetful of his daughters life outside of the phone.

Alexis hasn't been involved with her farther as frequently as he may have like,  but even so she will call him from time to time. Alexis Stansson didn't put any thought into the voice that spoke at the crook of her skull, beaming it's tiny voice down the nape of her neck, quite frankly she didn't care that she wasn't calling as much anymore because if her farther truely wanted to speak with her than he would call her.

So months and months she would wait for his call, waiting until she would finally hear that obnoxious ringing that often slices her eardrums. She thought it was perhaps her mother that stopped him from calling. Delta and Wolf Stansson were the best of friends they started on good terms and left on good terms. So it wouldn't make sense that he'd stop calling because of her.

Wolf didn't call, simply because he couldn't and didn't want to. He wanted his little girl to come to him like he'd always come to her to listen. He was tired of being caught in her spiral of mood swings, or that storm she casts upon him. But he didn't care because that was his little girl, his daughter. He loved her of course but he needed her to show him she loved him. Selfish yes, but sometimes you need to be selfish for reassurance.

"I'm going to get going." Alexis wipes the beads of sweat off her forehead with the collar of her light blue shirt. Her crewneck hugged her waist as the wind compresses itself against her thighs as she opened the door with a light swoosh.

Her breaths didn't waste anytime to die out on her as she places a steady hand on her chest, feeling the skin heave up and down against her palm. Breaths flowing out of her mouth like a broken tap, her pace slows. Taking these short moments to catch her breath.

"See ya!" Charlie taps the girls shoulder as she wanders the halls. Her fingers trace the small dents that have formed on the cement, it was like it's own personal scar— a mark of bravery.

Adam walked behind the girl. His hands deeply woven in the pockets of his jeans. The colour slightly washed yet the dirt patches were still apparent on it.

His nails scraped against the fabric as he walked closer to the brunette. "I'm sorry." Before he could take it all back it's already left his mouth and passed his swollen lips. "There is no need to be sorry, everyone has their own opinions. And I shouldn't be stopping them." She replies bluntly. The statement is true, no matter how curt the boy was it was in fact an intake of his vision in the situation.

"So you're not mad?" His voice wavers before he settles into a cold tone, his stare never once falls onto her eyes to scared to venture into those eyes that once captured him into a captivating stance that once held him into her chains that she slowly tied around him. "No, I'm not." Her expression did not once falter as her smile did not break nor did her eyes weaken underneath him. "Alright then." He breathed out. He nodded her goodbye as he walked further into the hall, with that deadly feeling devouring him slwoly in the worst of ways. Her smile still the main thing on his mind as his thoughts praise the mere thoughts of her.

Alexis shrugged to incounter off as she walked into the dorm with dazed eyes and heavy shoulders. Julie looked at the girl with an arched brow as she helped the brunette chsnge and into bed. Julie brushed her blonde strands out of hair as she too went of to bed. Alexis laid their, with her thoughts lingering of the sent of Adam Banks. And how that burned vanilla smell blessed her senses in the mosy intoxicating way. And how that firey wood smell kissed her cheeks everytime he would stand close. And oh the way his blue eyes would stay on hers, she could feel her stomach urch for the feeling again.