Fuck Puck Love

Chapter 35 - Ezra

The season is coming to a close, with us only having a few games left but I can't get my head in the game, all I can think about is Star.

I walk into practice with sunken eyes and a mind that keeps straying off to that night. It has been two weeks since I had Vienna in my life and since I've been able to call her mine.

As I sit on the beach in the locker room lacing up my skates I feel a presence coming and sitting next to me. I can tell who it is based on just the feeling they give off, the obnoxious, entitled behavior that somehow you can just feel coming off him. 

Jackson is a right-winger on the team and has the most fuckboy attitude you will ever see, he is someone who doesn't mind flaunting his daddy's money like it's a fishing pole that will bring girls in, and to his defense, it kind of works. 

God, what could he want?

My question is answered when the stupid fuck decides to open his mouth. "I don't know how you let a girl like that go. With an ass like that I would be holding onto it for dear life" 

I feel my fist clench at his comment, I try to release them when I come to terms with the fact that she is no longer mine, she did always tell me not to protect her, but at this moment those devastating thoughts aren't doing a thing for the fury bubbling in my chest.

I'm trying my hardest to not punch him in the face, to not be like my father but then he decides to speak again. "I mean those tits, how are you not tugging her back by that rack, there's enough there is more than enough there for some leverage."

It's not even that he is talking about Vienna, but how could he be talking about a woman like this, a human being? 

The lacing up of my skates is long forgotten, the only thing I can think of is that if I do what I want to in this moment Im exactly the man I have worked so hard not to be, a man who uses power to have control over people.

I feel my face heat up with anger knowing that with one more word out of this asshole's mouth, I'm going to become everything I swore I would never be.

Out of the side of my eye, I see Lincoln coming up to us "Look man, I think you should leave" he says to Jackson,  and much to my relief he gets up and does. "What was that about"

"Nothing, important," I say making my heart yearn for the truth, Star will always be Important.

The rest of the team skates onto the ice while the coach asked me to stay back in the locker room while the team starts to warm up.

Coach walks out of his office and into the locker room with a frown on his face. "You haven't been focused, I'm not completely out of the loop, I know you and that girl broke up"

"Yes, sir"

"Well, you can't let that distract you, use it to fuel you, channel that sadness or anger onto the ice, and kick so serious ass"

I snort at his comment, it is the closest I have felt to joy since the incident. I've been stuck in this stage of pity for me but I am deciding right now I won't allow it any longer.

"I will, sir" The term brings back memories of how I was conditioned to say it. The beating I got when I was being a 'disrespectful little shit,' how dad beat me until the word sir was being said through my sobs. I believe I was 9 at the time, but it is safe to say I never made the same mistake again.

Coach lets me join the rest of the team with a pat on my back and a small chuckle. I skate onto the ice with new determination, I know I can't have Star back but that doesn't mean I should let Hockey slip away from me two.

 I need to channel my love for her, not my anger or sadness, but my love into the game. Love? When did I fall in love with her? I suppose it was always there, but with every flutter of her eyelashes and word that came out of her mouth I fell deeper, no, I tripped.

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