imagines || tmd

c.m. ~ good enough

D2
Rink, Minneapolis | Locker room, L.A. | Dorms, L.A.
Wednesday, 1994 | Friday, 1994
09:03 a.m. | 01:09 p.m. | 10:32 p.m.

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"Someone's giving you side eye..."

"Then let em'. You know I wouldn't end up in their beds anyway." I said. She nudged me, hurting me.

"Ow! What was that for?" I said. "Shh! Coach could've heard you saying that!" She whispers.

Then we had the last guy on the 'talent show'.

"Here we have Dean Portman." Says Tibbles. "That's a teenager?" Coach questions and Tibbles nodded.

"He looks like a goon!" Says coach. "Yeah but you're gonna need him. He's a strong, reckless boy and people like him are always needed in hockey." Says Tibbles.

"Hey, that boy's kinda cute." I said. "Seriously? Him? Not the brown eyed curly haired one? He seems more innocent." Says Connie.

"Oh, you know me, Connie." I said. "You're right, I do..." She said.

Then, Portman started knocking people over including myself. He shoved me and I fell on the ice.

"Watch where you're going, pal! I'm skating here!" I yelled. "Whoa, don't need to be so mad, missy." He says. "I didn't mean to bump into you."

"Yeah, you meant to push me down." I said, trying to get up. "Let me help." He said, lending a hand.

"Yeah, no fucking way. You think I'd trust you?" I said, slapping his hand out of my face and getting up. "Hey, I said I didn't mean it." He says, angrily.

Connie skates to me before we started fighting. "Y/n, Y/n..." She said. "C'mon, let's just be at this side." She then takes me with her away from Portman.

I sighed. "Nevermind, Con." I said.

•••

We were all getting ready in the locker room for our next game. While braiding my hair, I hadn't realized I was talking to Luis a lot this whole time.

"You've never heard of Dead Poets society before?" I asked him. "Nope. Not a word." He said.

"Ugh. Unbelievable." I said, disgusted, and walked away.

"What- Y/n, wait I-" Luis stammered but I ignored him and went to where Connie was. Turns out she was spying on me the whole time.

"Can you belev Mendoza doesn't know what Dead Poets Society is? Can you fuckin' believe that?" I said, sitting next to her while she outs on the skates.

"Are you kidding? That's all you're worried about in a guy? Luis is really digging you!" Connie whispers.

"Yeah but it's a shame to not know what a dead poet is." I said. "I think you are the unbelievable one here." Says Connie.

•••

"Y/n?" Says Connie. "Hmm?"

"Why don't you... Like guys?" She asks. "Why don't I like men?" I repeated her and she nodded.

"What do you mean? I love em'! But like Cher said, you don't really need them to live but you can have one." I said.

"Then why do you push every guy that's ever hit on you?" She asks.

"Well, I've already calculated everything in my head when I see the man. And every one I've met was never good enough for me. Either too good for me or a d-bag." I said.

Connie nodded, taking in the lesson I gave her.

"And if there's no man good enough for me, then I'll stick with my own gender." I said.

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I AM ALIVE I JUST DON'T HAVE ANY STORIES DRAFTED SO SORRY ITS BEEN STRESSFUL LATELY