The Hockey Captain's Girl

Chapter III ︎❥

•M A T H E W•

Mathew gets into Mark's red 2017 F-150 and Mark sits down in the driver's seat.

"Thanks again. I promise I'm picking up my car from the shop this week." Mathew says while putting his bag In between his feet.

"Eh don't worry about it. Let me know how it goes today with the girl you like." Mark tells his friend while starting to drive.

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Mathew sat in his usual seat in the middle section of the classroom. And of course a few girls decided to seat behind him and some girl sat next to him.

"So, what are your plans for tonight?" The chick asks sitting next to him.

After getting his MacBook out and placing it down on the table, he gets a quick look at who is speaking to him at 8:30 in the morning.

She had her blonde hair in a side bun, and short square fake French tip nails on her fingers.

"Going out with friends." He just tells her while giving her a blank stare and then opening up his MacBook.

"Psst. Did you ask him out yet?" One of the girls asks the the girl that just talked to him.

Mathew just sighed loudly and started to rub his forehead.

"This will be a long fucking class." Mathew just says to himself.

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"Hey, Mathew. How have you been? How's hockey been?" A girl asks him while standing over him while he's sitting outside.

"Um, it's going good." He just mutters while taking a sip of his strawberry milkshake .

"So, I was wondering you know since we both like one another if we can hang out tomorrow?" She asks him while taking out her iPhone.

"Sorry. I got hockey practice." Mathew says then stands up gathering his lunch to throw away in the garbage.

"Oh, okay. Well here let me just give you my number so you won't forget." The girl tells him while giving him a smile.

Just then, a girl fell and split her soda all over herself and dropped her things in the process. Mathew didn't get a good look at her. But out of instinct, he ran over to help her.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks helping her up.

"Hey! You need to leave my guy alone!" The girl that was bothering Mathew shouted at the poor girl that fell.

Mathew gave her a confused look.

He then saw the girl leaving. And instantly recognized who that was.

His crush. His fucking crush.

Josie.

He cannot believe that he blew it with her. And all he wanted was her Instagram.

"Ah fuck my life." Mathew sighs and ran a hand through his hair.

"So, about tomorrow?" The girl asks walking up to him.

"Not happening. I got practice. Like I just told you." Mathew says  and walking away.

"Fine! You aren't my type anyways." She yells.