𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗜𝗔

17

Ophelia's POV

I don't even know how I ended up here.

It's 6 pm on Tuesday and I'm watching hockey boys training for their next match. I have never done this before. I didn't even have a reason for that.

"So you're saying it's fun to watch them?" I and Liliya were sitting right next to the glass wall, which separated us from the rink.

"Why? Are you bored?" she turned to look at me for a second and then came back to staring at the guys. She seems to be invested in what was going on there.

"I'm bored. More than bored" I covered my mouth before yawning.

To make myself clear, ice hockey is not fascinating to watch. Especially when one of the players is no one else, but Arden.

Watching him speeding up and skating towards the puck to hit the goal is just emotionally draining.

I wished for him to be knocked by that puck into his head. It would be more entertaining than him scoring the goal.

I would clap my hands nonstop and yell about how he was a bigger loser than me.

"Arden Nolan is a looooosseeerrr!" that's exactly what I would like to scream for everyone to hear.

Just thinking about it makes me happy.

"What's with that face?" Liliya caught me smirking.

Shit. I should be more careful.

"Nothing" I shook my head. There's no way I'm going to say that I was manifesting Arden to get hurt.

"I think, you need to get a boyfriend who plays hockey to make you interested in this sport" she stated.

"Because look at me. I have never watched or was interested in ice hockey before dating Dareen and now I'm" Lili pointed at herself and then at the rink.

Yeah, that's cool, but not for me.

"First of all, I don't need a boyfriend. Second, I would never date a guy who plays hockey" I brushed my hair off my face, which almost went into my mouth while talking.

"Oh girl, don't be one of the hockey boys' hatters" Lili rolled her eyes at me.

I mean it when I said that.

There's not a single guy in this ice hockey team I would like to date. They all are so full of themselves. It's just unbearable.

Just imagine spending all your days here watching your arrogant stupid ass boyfriend skating at the rink, fighting others to get that puck.

It already sounds so boring.

Then there's a bunch of college or even high school girls screaming and fainting to get his attention.

So you're all pissed and jealous of nothing.

This couldn't be me.

I promised myself and God, I would never date a guy who plays ice hockey. NEVER in my life.

Just having a crush on one was already a great pain in my ass.

"I remember saying that to myself before I started a relationship with one" I turned to look at the person who was coming towards us. It was a girl, which I have never seen before.

Her sun-bleached hair flowed over her shoulders. She seemed to have honey-sweet lips. It made her stand out from the other blonde girls I have seen before.

Looking at how she was walking toward us, her posture told me that she has a cheerful personality.

"Bri?" Liliya's eyes went wide. Does she know this girl?