Graces pov:
'Hi, I'm done practicing, still wanna hang out tonight' I text Sophie, my best friend since we shared a dorm since freshman year.
'Ofc, I would never say no to my fav girlie'
'Should I pick u up??' Sophie texted me back immediately.'No it's fine I will eat something at the dining hall and walk to our dorm it's not that far! and I will quickly check on my dad' I text back.
When I finally reach the dining hall I see that almost everything is sold out.
UGH.
I walk up to the lady behind the counter. "Hi, can I have one pj sandwich please?". "Yes" I smile and take the sandwich and pay for it.
When I search for a table I see a boy running to the counter. He asks something to the girl behind the counter and then he sees me.
Shit did I just have eye contact with our well-known hockey captain. And fuck he walks up to me. "Can I have your sandwich?".
Why, why would he ask me this? He probably thinks he is better than me. Always the ice hockeyers that are so full of themselves.
"No, I'm sorry" I snap back. He looks frustrated, so I take a big bite out of it.
"Please I need it," he says. Oh my god, he is sitting on his knees now. "Im begging you".
Normally I probably would've given it to him, I love to help people. But I was so hungry and I hate hockey players. I take another bite and walk off.
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Coles pov:
I run the to dining hall, hurry to the counter, and order a pj sandwich.
"I'm sorry, I just sold the last one to that girl." I look at a beautiful blonde girl, she has her hair slicked back in a ponytail, and she is wearing an oversized sweater with a miniskirt. And her eyes are the prettiest color of green.
How have I never noticed her before? I ask myself.
I walk up to her, and I can't help but notice her frustrated look. She looks cute when she's frustrated.
"Can I have that sandwich?" I ask.
"no, I'm sorry"
I'm getting irritated, does she not know who I am? most girls would pay me to take their sandwiches. Before I can explain, she takes a big bite out of the sandwich.
"Please I need it" I say. I have a game and my lucky ritual is eating a pj sandwich. I don't want to lose, but I'm not going to tell her about my ritual.
fuck it is the first game of the season, my first season as the captain. I NEED the fucking sandwich
fuck there is one last thing I think of. I kneel, sitting on my knees. she looks embarrassed.
"I'm begging you, can I have the sandwich?" I beg. She takes another bite and leaves. fuck who the hell is this girl.
I look at my phone, shit I should be in the changing room right now. I sprint to the rink.
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"Hey, where are you coming from?" Hunter greets me.
"Ahh uh nowhere"
"mmh, okay but hurry up"
I quickly put on my gear, while I tell myself not to worry about my ritual. we are playing a home game against a team that we beat several times before. we will win I reassure myself.
When I get on the ice to warm up, I see that sandwich girl talking to coach Johnson.
"Hey, do you know who that is" I ask Tim Walker. he is one of the best defenders on our team and a senior. he could easily be drafted, but he doesn't want to go pro.
"yeah that is the coach's daughter"
fuck she better not tell Coach what happened in the dining hall or I'm gonna hear about it the rest of the year.
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Graces pov
I walk into the rink and search for my father. I know how much his team means to him so I make sure to wish him good luck before every game.
"hi dad" I say walking up to him.
he gives me a big hug. "hey Gracie, how was your ballet rehearsal?"
"good" I answer. "Im on my way to my dorm, just wanted to wish you good luck."
"Thank you princess."
I feel the eyes of hockey players on me, but I just ignore them. I bet if I look, I'll see the begging captain staring at me.
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