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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one down, one to go.
after jack gets a goal he says that to the tv. it made me start smiling like an absolute idiot and i don't even know why. maybe it's because i know he did it for me.
it's not like i like him or anything, it was just a nice gesture.
well, not really a nice gesture, because that's like opening the door for someone.
it's just the way he smiled when he did it and looked into the camera, like he was looking at me. it made my stomach feel all fuzzy.
no way.
there is absolutely no way.
i have a crush on jack hughes.
i'm completely and utterly screwed.
how did i let this happen to myself? one moment i think he's my enemy, and the next i'm falling for him and his stupid smile, not to mention his eyes.
if i'm being honest, i think i've always felt this way about him.
i think the day i met jack hughes, i flipped. something in those dazzling eyes.
i was only ten then, so i don't really think i knew what a crush was back then.
but i'm not ten anymore, i'm twenty one and this is a real crush on a real guy.
who am i supposed to talk to about this?
mckenna would most likely tell trevor, so i definitely can't talk to her about it, and i also could never talk to trevor about it either.
it would be a weird thing to talk to my parents about, but i'm sure they wouldn't tell trevor.
other than that, i can't talk to anyone else except for the guys on the team, and that could create some seriously awkward tension.
and they also tend to have big mouths.
so i'm stuck, having to keep this to myself. silently falling deeper and deeper for him.
wait a minute.
maybe i don't have to keep it to myself in a certain way.
i don't think i've ever been more grateful for tiktok editors in my entire life.
i made a random burner account and stalked the jack hughes edit hashtag on there for almost two hours.
did it help me get over him? no, quite the opposite.
but i don't think i want to get over him.
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stella.zegras13: uh oh
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at first, i wasn't going to press the post button, but then i just did.
but i know, for a fact, i'm going to be drowning in questions from the guys, and they don't let things go.
so my best bet is to make up a lie of some sort so they don't ask any more questions about it.
i could say i just posted because i like the song, which isn't really a lie, or i could say it's about some guy i met online.
but that could end badly, so i'll stick with the first one.
what if they don't bring it up? doubtful, but a possibility. since i'm not practicing, i won't see them unless it's during a game and they'll be too focused on the game to worry about that.
although i'm twenty one, i feel more like a 16 year old then ever. laying in my bed, watching edits of a hockey player, it's embarrassing if i'm keeping it real. i'm in the nhl, the only female in the nhl, i shouldn't be doing things like this.
i know i should be on bed rest, but my house is a mess and in a desperate need of being cleaned. the clean laundry sitting in the corner of my room needs to be folded and put away, the dishes in my sink can't wait any longer, and i haven't made my bed in too long.
i wrap up my ankle, and pull out my bluetooth speaker. i put on my playlist that had about 36 hours of music on it, and press play.
i start with the dishes, humming along to the various songs that play. love me harder by ariana grande, oxytocin by billie eilish, and finesse by bruno mars play throughout the time i unload and load my dishwasher. finesse featuring cardi b, to clarify. it's the much better version of the song.
i wipe down my counters and sweep the kitchen floor which leads me into the living room, i only have to fix up the pillows and vacuum the area rug.
i make my way to my bathroom, cleaning the toilet and wiping down the sink and counter. thankfully i live in an apartment, stairs would kill me right now.
i make my bed first, then i dump the clothes out and leave them on my bed. i fix up my vanity and start working on my clothes.
i put my underclothes and pajamas in the dresser drawers, hang up my shirts in my closet, and fold my pants and put them on my shelf in the closet.
once i'm done, i sit down own my bed and look around satisfied, i do believe that a clean room brings on a less stressful mind.
i grab my guitar out of the corner of my room. i haven't picked it up in a while since i've been pretty busy.
it's just a hobby of mine, and i don't write songs or anything, i just like to sing songs. i don't even know if the chords i'm playing are right, but they sound right. i remember the last time i was playing, i did cherry by harry styles.
i hold my guitar in the lap, hands hovering over the chords deciding what song to play.
"i, i loved you in secret." i start playing the chords to dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift. the acoustic version she sang at reputation stadium tour was one of my favorites. i watch the netflix documentary almost every day.
"first sight, yeah, we love without reason." not get me wrong, i'm not a singer whatsoever, but i guess i don't sound.. bad?
"oh, twenty-one years old. oh, how were you to know?and my love had been frozen, deep blue but you painted me golden. oh, and you held me close. oh, how was i to know?"
i stop there, not really wanting to continue. i put my guitar back on it's stand and turn on my tv and watch outer banks for the fifth time.
