hockey game

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*vivi's POV*

sitting in a car with the girl I hate the most and her little gang of basics, on our way to a hockey game. how can this get any worse...

*earlier that day*
I did not sleep what so ever. it's been a couple days since what happened on that night, and I've been so confused I just couldn't sleep. i drug myself out of bed, put clothes on, which was sweatpants and a tank top. I didn't even bother with any makeup today.
with what happened last night my brain feels like it's been fried, and served for two. (not literally lol) head outside to go to school and realized I forgot breakfast about half way there, and cursed myself. knowing I'm gonna be very hungry later and in a bad mood, I walk in the shcool doors and head straight to my locker. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves, grab my book and walk to my first class.

as another looooongg day comes to an end, or should I say just beginning. I'm walking to leave when someone grabs me by the waist and pulls me into a classroom. a hand goes over my mouth as someone holds be from behind. I try to break free from their hold, but they let out a huff. "your only making this harder on yourself." .....fuck. of course of all people it's obviously ace. I sigh and stand there with my arms crossed. I'm then spun around and he lets go so I can talk. "what do you want ace." I stare him directly in the eye but he's not staring back. he's looking down. I follow we're he's looking and well, I kinda forgot I wore a tank top and you can see my cleavage loud and clear. I feel my face get hot and suddenly feel self conscious. I instantly cover my chest and change the subject. " if your not gonna answer me then I'll just go " I go to leave when he grabs me once more. I look back at him angry until I see is expression. confused, angry, embarrassed, lust.

so many emotions going through his head it's giving me a migraine. suddenly he speaks. " I want you to come to my hockey game tonight.."

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I'm officially screwed. I'm standing in my room clothes sprawled out everywhere, stressing over a boy who is my bully basically or was, he doesn't even like me and probably playing some dumb prank to boost his ego. and worst of all. Rachel and her friends are picking me up.

*present time*
yup I still stand by this was a bad idea. all Rachel is doing is complaining about why ace even wanted me there, but of course she'll do anything for her little "boo bear". I'm sitting in between two girls who look like they just walked out of basic Barbies closet. as of for me I look like I walked out of rob zombie's closet. I ended up deciding on a short shirt with some tennis shoes, a zip up hoodie with a beanie. as stupid as I probably look in hoping that ace sees me looking different from these girls and decides he doesn't want to hang around me again.

we arrive at the stadium on school grounds. we exit the car and when I'm about to get out Rachel passes by and slams the door on my hand. I wince in pain. inspecting my hand, my knuckles are slowly turning purple and my finger tips are going cold. "aww do you have a boo boo, maybe if your lucky enough ace will kiss it better for you."  her little followers laugh in unison. "as of now come on looser and try to keep up if you want a good seat. I sigh. I know I'm not getting out of this I'll just have to wait till they take me home to see about my hand. I left my phone at home, yea ik bad idea but I don't really have any use for it, any way to be honest.

I hide my hand under my sleeve, no one will notice so it'll be fine.
we make it to the seats, I look at my ticket and obnoxiously I get the front row right next to the break area for the hockey players. great. I look over at Rachel and see her face dim. I guess she wanted my seat to be closer to ace. I smirk knowing this is my chance I walk over to the chair and sit in it. I glance over and she's fuming. I've unlocked an achievement "revenge 1"

______________________________________a/n short and sweet just like vivi 😋
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