For the Love of... Hockey?

Chapter 14

3rd Person POV:

Hanna sat down in the stands, waiting for the team's practice to be over. She couldn't put it off any longer. She wasn't about to let Jesse run away from her. Her feelings were too strong, she hated to admit it, but she had fallen in love.

There was no denying it.

Her hands fiddled with the hem of her shirt nervously as she went over what she was going to say in her head over and over again. It had to go just right, just as according to plan, or it was never going to work.
Jesse would sneak glances at Hanna ever so often during practice; He couldn't help it. He was mesmerized. Everything about her intoxicated him.. her hips, her ass in those leggings, the way she moaned when he bit her neck..

He snapped himself out of it.

What the fuck are you doing man, he thought. She's ruining your chances with hockey. You're here to earn a scholarship, to get recruited by a top notch school. That's not going to happen if you continue to allow yourself to get distracted. You can kiss your dreams goodbye.

Practice was over quicker than Hanna would've liked. She wanted more time to process everything, but she was out of it. She hoisted herself up and walked into the main area, waiting for Jesse to come out.
Cyrus was the first to come out. Fuck. She'd forgot she had to deal with him.

 "Hanson Aubrey Herrera, don't you ever fucking do something like that again. You had me worried sick." Cyrus boomed, wagging his finger in front of her face.

She knew better than to talk back, but she couldn't stop the words from escaping her mouth. "Then don't humiliate me in front of your entire team when you have no idea what the situation was. You're so fucking immature. And don't fucking yell at me like you're mom or dad. You're not my parent."

In that moment, she could've sworn Cyrus' eyes turned as red as the devil. And although it felt oddly satisfying to have gotten her point across, she had gone the wrong way about it. Cyrus dealt with things a lot better when you try to talk to him about it, rather than scream.

But it was too late. Cyrus stormed out of the rink in 4 long strides and didn't once look back.

Hanna put her head down in defeat. Did life just hate her?

She felt a hand go to her shoulder. She looked up to meet the eyes of Jonah.

"Hey, sunshine." He said softly. "Jesse's the only one left in there if you wanna go in now."

How had she missed the rest of the players leaving? Had they witnessed her fight with Cyrus?

Hanna sighed and hugged Jonah tightly. "Thanks for being such a good friend, Jonah. I owe you one."

She let go, taking a deep breath. "I guess it's now or never."

"Good luck." Jonah clapped her on the shoulder.

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Hanna made her way into the locker room, where she found a shirtless Jesse sitting in his stall, hands over his face. She cleared her throat, causing Jesse to jump in surprise.

"Oh," He said, startled. At first he seemed pleased to see her before his expression turned ice cold. "What are you doing here?"

His tone was as icy as his expression.

Hanna blushed and bit her lip. "I'm sorry, I thought we could talk."

"Can't, busy." Jesse said flatly as he stood and pulled on a shirt.

She was starting to get irritated at his attitude. Why dd he have to act like this? Why couldn't he just talk about it? "Pretty sure you can give me five minutes."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Just no."

"Why?"

"No, leave!"

"Not until you tell me why!"

His heart broke before saying these words. It wasn't what he wanted to say, but it was what Hanson needed to hear. It was best this way. And the only way she was going to back off, is if he told her the biggest lie he's ever told. Jesse threw his hands into the air. "BECAUSE I DON'T LOVE YOU, OKAY?"

Hanna's mouth clamped shut. Her heart went into overdrive and she could already feel the tears spilling out. She'd never felt this type of pain before. One time, she fell off her trampoline in the second grade and shattered her arm in three places. Another time, when she was 14, she sliced her foot open on a piece of glass, severed an artery, and had to get ten stitches. Those still didn't hurt as bad as this. Nothing compared.

She held her breath until she exited the arena.

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With every passing second after Hanson left, Jesse felt like he was going to die.

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A/N:

I'm the worst author ever, I know..... I'M SO SORRY.

I just can't seem to juggle this and school, but on the bright side, I only have exactly a month until summer break!!! Soooooo, that means more updates!!!!! :)

On another note, thank you all sososososo much for all the messages, comments, and votes. I had no idea this story would get so much love. You all are the best. I adore each and every one of you.

Hope you enjoyed the 3rd person! Please let me know if you like it this way better or if you still like it in their POV's.

Much love,

-G.