The Celebrity (Male Reader)

Chemical

You woke up to no meaning. You found yourself staring at the ceiling, counting about the imperfections that surrounded your being. You could tell someone how you feel, but it only hurt more when they asked.

It had been a few days since your panic attack and you had been doing an okay job with keeping your head down. Word about it got around pretty fast, but no one really bothered you about it. If anything, they had been supportive.

Still, there was this aching pain in your chest when you walked through the halls of your school. Like you had all eyes on you when no one even spoke ill of you. Like they were waiting for you to slip.

It made it hard to breathe. Especially now that the world believed that you and Ahri were dating. It was like you felt like someone was always watching you. You feared for the day that they finally identified you and showed up at your house.

Speaking of Ahri, you hadn't spoken her since that day. She had tried to call you and left messages, but you just blocked her number. You wanted nothing to do with her or any of this. You decided to focus on your regular life with your friends.

The way it used to be. The way you wanted it to be.

Jinx: Pass!

You quickly regained your surroundings and shot the puck over to Jinx before it could be snatched away from you. You almost got lost in your own head again. That was the fourth time today.

And your coach was starting to take notice.

Braum: Y/N, a word.

You sighed and skated over to the booth where your coach was waiting. You finally reached him, but he kept his eyes on the others as they ran through the drills.

Braum: Take five.

You looked at him confused.

Y/N: What?

Braum: Take five. Clear your head.

You stared at him to see if he was kidding, but he finally gave you a look that told you that his demand was final. You held your tongue and instead did as you were told.

You took a seat and took your helmet off. You didn't even bother to drink any water. Your head had been a mess for a while now, but you thought you had it under control by now. You had come so far since then.

Back then you couldn't move. You were frozen. Then you told yourself that it was all good. It was just chemical reactions in your brain. Had to be. But when you stopped for just a moment, you would realized the truth.

You created your own hell. The hell that you now lived in in an endless cycle of the same shit. You couldn't even scream. It just wasn't possible. It wouldn't help anyway.

Braum heard a noise and looked back to see you heading off to the lockers. He uncrossed his arms and frowned.

By the time he made it to the locker room, he found you with your face buried in your hands. He nervously stood there before he walked over.

Braum: Are you alright?

You looked up, surpised that he had followed you. He took a seat beside you while you rubbed your hands. It hurt more when they asked. Braum noticed your silence and decided not to press you for an answer. Instead, he just spoke.

Braum: Did you know I was a goalie when I played?

You looked at the man for a second. You actually did know this. He was one of the best to have ever played. He could've made it to the Major Leagues too, but he chose to stay back and coach the high-school team. You never really knew why.