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26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community.
23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and...
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Connor hated that on his days off from games and practice he still had to get up at the ass crack of dawn to attend these meetings. He hated dealing with Frank, even if recently he's shown some human emotion, hated all their trivial problems, and hated how early they were. The only thing that really motivated him to go was seeing Serena.
Connor pulled on a black t-shirt that had the Wolves emblem printed in the middle along with a simple pair of joggers to go with it. His eyes were barely opened when he stumbled down his stairs and eventually over to his car.
Groaning, Connor started up his Charger and drove the short three-minute drive to the clubhouse. When he pulled into the driveway, however, he immediately noticed the absence of Serena's barely-alive-Volvo in the parking lot.
Connor shoved his hands into his pocket and scanned the lot again. His eyebrows furrowed as yet again he didn't see her car. He assumed she might be running late, but even that was uncharacteristic for her.
He shrugged and assumed she was pulling up soon. Connor walked inside and assumed his usual spot in the back of the aisles. He opened his phone to see if she messaged him at all but nothing. He typed out a message to her but quickly deleted it, he hated how obsessed he was seeming. She would show up soon.
The meeting went by, Frank droned on about how residents were leaving their trashcans out and making them too visible in the community.
"It is simply grotesque, no one wants to see or smell everyone's rotting trash. The only day they should be out is on trash day." Frank asserted.
Apparently, it was against the rules to have them visible from the street, Connor thought there were bigger issues in the world to worry over other than trashcan placement.
But he was also sitting here worrying about Serena not showing up to these dumb meetings. 'Maybe she just realized how stupid they were and decided against going'. Connor thought, but then quickly remembered the goody two shoes he was talking about. 'Yeah no...'
Connor groaned as the meeting became almost unbearable without her, he realized just how much he liked messing with her, toying with her, and teasing her during these meetings. In the absence of her, he was nearly on the verge of falling asleep.
When the meeting was finally over Connor could hardly help himself from going straight to her house instead of practice. He was worried about her, something was nagging at him that she wasn't okay and it swelled a lump in his throat.
But after being late to his game yesterday if he was late to practice today, Coach Stetson would have his head on skewer. So he sucked it up and left the meeting for his practice. Serena would text him eventually, he had to stop worrying about it.
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Coach made sure to get back at Connor for being late to their first playoff game. He extended practice another two hours and ran drills nearly half of the time. He was limping to the showers, new aches in different parts of his body, and his head was spinning. He nearly fell asleep in the lockerroom showers.
