Chapter 16- Just Fucked Up

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Night of the game

Tristan

The third quarter just started and we are winning. These guys are trash, they are nothing going against us. But hell are they huge trash talkers and strong as fuck. All night this one asshole has been on me trying to get me to lose it.

I look into the crowd before we start back up and play again and I see Harper sitting in the stands. Well if I'm being completely honest, I've been watching her the entire game.

We haven't talked since Thanksgiving and I thought she would have at least reached out by now. I can't help but feel like going up to her right now and pulling her out of this slow ass game and talk to her.

"Who is she your girlfriend?" The player that's been on my ass this whole game asks.

I ignore him trying to be better out of this situation.

"She's hot. What's it like?" He asks.

"She isn't my girlfriend" I shoot a glare at him, he's just trying to get under my skin like he has this entire night.

"Oh so you wouldn't mind if I got her number after the game? I wonder what it would be like to kiss her, fuck her... I mean you wouldn't know but god damn look at her." He teases more and usually I wouldn't be upset but I tense up completely hearing him talk about her like that.

"She looks easy I mean look at what she's wearing. Her cleavage is practically popping out of her shirt, it's almost like she's telling every guy to pump her right there." He laughs and I'm filled with rage now. Alex and Harper are walking down the steps and I'm guessing are about to leave.

"The problem is I saw those boys with her earlier so I wouldn't be surprised if she was another stupid whore, no wonder why you haven't gone for her." He grins and the game starts.

He's skating towards the hockey goal and I am blind from anger.

Next I remember I'm slamming him into a wall and I look up and there's Harper.

"TALK ABOUT HER AGAIN AND I'LL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE." I scream.

I get pulled away (before I can do anymore damage) by Blake and some other teammates of mine and she's gone, in less than a second.

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"You're really lucky that they thought you just slammed him into the wall because he almost got the goal and not because of some stupid trash talk!! What the-"

"Miles. My office. NOW." Coach interrupts Blake's lecture and I can see Blake's disappointment.

I'm a pussy I know and we almost lost the game because I cared for a girl. I would do it again honestly from the way he talked about Harper. I'm an idiot and have been lying to myself this entire time.

Those feelings for Harper never went away. For 4 months I chased after her trying to find her all over campus. Yeah I know it's ridiculous I didn't find her but I should have fought harder, done something other than just ask around.

I still feel the way I did after that stupid kiss, after Matt. I'm a fucking idiot for not telling her sooner about the kiss. Even if it doesn't mean much to her it means so much to me.

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"So I'm suspending you from 2 games." Coach says.

"What the fuck! I can't miss those games and I didn't even do anything." I argue.

"Oh please I heard from one of our boys what happened and even though they didn't catch what happened it could have caused us damage to the team." He exclaims.

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