my worst enemy, loves me?

hockey game part two

*after the game*

the game is now over and yes, ace's  team did in fact win. the girls insisted that they head to the waiting room for ace and since they have to take me home I gotta go with. I hope that it gets over fast, I'm starting to really lose feeling in my fingers and my hand is throbbing. it's definitely purple now and swollen all to hell. I cross my arms to protect it from any more damage. we walk to the waiting room in the back. the team runs out of the locker room and they girls meet up with their boyfriends and Rachel runs to ace, giving him a big kiss on the chee. but ace doesn't seem fazed, he seems to be looking for something, untill we lock eyes. he looks me up and down and I swear I saw his eyes turn dark. I can feel a blush rising on my face so I turn away from him and walk out towards Rachel's car. I didn't think I looked that bad I mean this skirt is in fact a little short, maybe he saw me and was disgusted, hopefully he doesn't want me to hangout again... I stop in my tracks. do I really want him to hate me so bad. does he really think I look awful. is this little prank of his really hurting me this much. it wasn't till someone is standing in front of me that I realized I was crying. not just because of my emotions but because of my wound and because I hoped that the person that would be standing before me would be ace and not Rachel. she's looking at me with a smirk. she knows I'm crying because I like him and she knows he's obviously playing with my feelings. and this only makes her feel even more empowered. but she doesn't say anything she just keeps on smirking and leaves with her friends abandoning me here. in the cold. by myself. no phone. no one.
I sit next to a tree and huddle up to block the cool wind. I have my arms wrapped around my knees not even caring about the pain it's causing me. I feel my eye lids get heavy from exhaustion, from today and barely any sleep. I slowly give in and fall asleep. outside. In the cold. all alone.

*ace's POV*

when we all rushed out of the locker room I had one thing on my mind. Rachel comes running up to me and kisses me. I hate when she does that but I have to keep this facade up for as long as possible till I can make her mine. I frantically look around until I see her. she's wearing a zip up jacket and a beanie, but the thing that really sets me off is the skirt. earlier today she wore a shirt that showed off her chest. as much as I would love to see that, I don't want anyone else to admire what's mine. just the thought of someone else touching what's mine makes me really pissed off. I come back to reality when Rachel is shaking me saying they're going to leave to go to the after party, when I realize vivi is gone. I ask Rachel we're she went, she scoffed and said that she already is in the car. I hesitate before nodding and Rachel gives me one more kiss and runs off. 

were on the way to the party when Rachel called me asking where we were at. we had to stop and get gas. we pulled into the driveway and I'm about to hang up the phone, when the words that came out of her dirty mouth made my heart stop. "too bad we left that weirdo girl alone, she probably would have enjoyed this." i immediately walk inside and find Rachel. I grab her arm and smell the alcohol radiating off her already. it's been 15 minutes. "what did you mean you left her alone"
"duh *hic* she's at the stadium still, I mean I guess she is she didn't have a *hic* phone." Rachel stumbles out.
"and o yea her hand was slammed in the door, I'm pretty sure it's broken, *hic* I slammed it hard."

next thing I know, I'm in my car speeding to the stadium to get my angel back.