stella zegras, twin sister of trevor zegras, navigates her way through the ups and downs of being the only female on the new jersey devils, or any nhl team for that matter.
while she lives in new jersey, and the rest of her family lies in anaheim, i...
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i hate him.
i hate the way he's so cocky and is toying with every girls heart, flirting with every single puck bunny here.
although i hate to admit it, and will never say it to his face if he asks, hughes is a very good player, one of the best centers in the league.
we were drafted the same year, and to the same team. we were best friends for practically our whole lives, and now? we couldn't be farther from it.
but when him and my brother got into a major verbal argument during one of the games, everything went south.
trevor told me all about how jack is a player, is seen with a different girl every week, which made me grow to dislike him too.
jack dislikes me because he hates my brother, and by blood, that includes me as well.
you may be wondering, how can i manage to hate him when we play on the ice together? good question.
when i'm on the ice, he isn't jack hughes, he's a center. he looses all personality i know him for and just becomes a player.
and for the most part, it works.
i've been doing good at keeping my personal feelings towards him separate when i'm on the ice for the past 2 seasons.
throughout practices, bus rides, plane rides, everything that involves being around him, i've done good at either avoiding him, or separating him from the jack hughes that i know.
but, hughes liked to blur the lines a bit sometimes. and not in the sense he shows his hatred for me on the ice, in the sense that he tries to flirt with me to get under my skin.
"just the person i wanted to see today." the man of the hour says strolling up to my side.
we play the flyers today in philadelphia, and i'm walking into the arena now. in a couple of days, we play the ducks, the team my brother plays for.
i know whatever happens that game can't, and won't be pleasant.
"what do you want, hughes." i say fed up with the conversation before it even starts, not that i want it to start.
"fiesty today, i like it. i would save it for the ice, though." he states. "or maybe the hotel room."
"i'm going to act like you didn't say that to me." i say as i continue walking.
