1. "They keep looking at you"
5. "I saw the way you looked at him/her"
"C'mon, we're already late enough! I don't wanna miss puck drop!" Y/n yelled at her best friend Olive.
They reached their seats fast, right up against the glass. Like it always was for the pair.
Watching the rest of warmups carefully, y/n's eye caught a certain forward, who she's been pining since the beginning of the season.
"Dumbass, are you even listening?!"
"What'd you say Olive?"
"Ugh, what I said was, stop staring at Meier over there and take this drink! My hands are getting cold."
Y/n didn't even realize she was staring at him for so long. What was she even doing?
When she looked back over to the bench, everyone was off the ice and down the tunnel.
The first period went by horribly, and the sharks were already getting killed, 3-0.
The second period was a little bit better, we had at least got back in the game. It still wasn't going too well.
Y/n noticed that Timo seemed a little distracted with his plays. Missing passes, shanking shot attempts, and absolutely failing at making hits on the ducks.
At one point in the period, shit started to all go downhill. During a play, Timo got hit in the face with a puck and fell straight to the ice.
You'll never guess what happened. Yep, he was too distracted with a certain girl sitting right up against the glass, who was clearly distracted too.
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Going back to the bench Timo waived off every trainer thrown in his direction, as his coaches and captain chewed him out.
"What the hell was that Meier?! You do realize that your stupidity could've costed us the game! Do you realize that?!" Boughner yelled at Timo.
He shrugged down on the bench before muttering a simple phrase.
"What was that Meier?"
Great. Now Couture was yelling at him.
"She was pretty."
Now this wasn't a usual thing for Mr. Timo Meier. He was never, ever distracted. This was different.
"You better save our asses out there, or you're doing suicides all practice tomorrow, you hear me?!"
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"He keeps looking at you y/n, face the facts. You're in love with him, and by the looks of it he seems to have his eye on you too. Look at the Jumbotron. Him staring at you is plastered everywhere. Twitter is going to love this tomorrow!"
The entire second intermission was spent by y/n looking through twitter at her crush just getting absolutely slammed in the face with a puck. It was kind of funny honestly.
A little voice in the girls head was telling her that maybe he was distracted by her, but she'd never let Olive know that.
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The third period was tense. Seeming that everyone was back to their A-game.
Tensions rising between the two teams meant that multiple points were scored by both teams before the sharks tied it up with only a minute left in the game.
Everyone was up on their feet waiting for the sharks to score and win the game. That's all everyone wanted.
Their wants were different from Timo's. He wanted to know who that girl was and how he could talk to her.
On the ice he was on autopilot. Not realizing that during the final five seconds he got the puck on his stick and took a shot. Making it in.
As soon as he saw the girl again, jumping up and down, he realized it was over. They won.
He skated over to the glass, pointing at her.
"Meet me at the entrance to the locker room."
She barely got a nod in before Timo skated away to be with his team.
When he got off the ice, he was greeted with an interviewer about the game.
"So, Timo, want to tell us about the game."
"Honestly. I don't even remember what happened. All I remember is getting hit in the face with a puck, getting chewed at by Coach and Couture, and then well, this."
His comment about getting nailed in the face earned a laugh from the people around him. He even caught himself chuckling a bit.
"Talk to us, how exactly did you get hit in the face?"
"Well- I-"
Timo felt himself turn red at the question.
"I saw a really pretty girl and I was distracte- clearly I was distracted by her."
"Well then, I guess we have no more questions Timo. Thank you for your time, and thank you for the highlight reel content."
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Y/n made her way to the back area, the small amount of security guards noticing her from the video of him getting hit in the face right in front of her and let her through.
Sitting on her phone, texting Olive who waited in the car.
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Oli
It's been 30 minutes
Do I wait here or just come to you?
Clearly wait there you dumbass.
He requested to see you.
Don't leave or your boy will be all disappointed
Anyway he's probably making himself look good for you😒
Not helping Olive.
Oh shit he's coming.
I'll text you in a minute.
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"I really hope I didn't keep you waiting. I'm so sorry. The guys were super hype about the win. I'm Timo."
He stuck out his hand for the mystery girl to shake, her gladly accepting.
"Though I'm sure you already know that based on your jersey."
"Y/n, and hey, what can I say, I like people who win games."
Timo was caught good there. He didn't know what to say to her.
"Well damn y/n. You got me there." He said with a smile.
"Look. It's late, and I really don't want to have a beautiful girl like you going home later than this. How about I give you my number and we can talk more about this tomorrow?"
"Well, I am very flattered Mr. Meier. We better talk tomorrow, or next game I'll make sure you get a puck to the face again." Y/n just smiled directly at him.
He knew he was down bad from the moment he saw her, but she just kept getting more and more amazing.
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The pair exchanged numbers before parting ways each doing their own form of a happy dance.
As Timo walked back to the locker room he was met with none other than Logan Couture.
"You we're watching me out there weren't you?"
Logan turned around to face the man as the door shut.
"I saw the way you looked at her. I've never seen that from you before. She's a keeper."
Before Timo could say anything, the captain walked out the locker room. Leaving the man with only his thoughts of the days events.
a/n: haha I hope you liked this. Thank you for the request! If you want a part two I can totally make a part two! Uhhh yea that's all I have to say!💕
