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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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"This performance is surprising. I'll tell you that. The Wolves have had a near-perfect season up until these last final games. I want to say it's the pressure of the Stanley Cup looming over them, but I'm just not convinced. There is something going on with their captain."
Clips of men in blue and yellow jerseys zipped across the screen, replaying scores, plays, and the constant reminder of all of his failures thus far. Connor watched his number pop on the screen, the footage of him being tackled down onto the ice playing in slow motion as if to spite him now.
"Yeah, I'd agree with you there, Paul. How did the season's star player figuratively and literally fall sohard? He's been favored all throughout his career, and even now, die-hard fans are convinced this is just jitters. I think it's more than that." The stupid balding bastard nodded to the other on the screen, making Connor glare.
"I mean, the facts aren't lying here. Looks like lead Coach, Parker Stetson, decided to bench Deluca immediately following their first loss, and the Wolves won that game against the Bullets on monday!" They replayed clips of that game's highlights, and it was a good game, but Connor just wasn't a part of it.
"Directly following that performance on Wednesday, Connor Deluca's first game back from the devastating loss that broke their streak resulted in another loss. It looks like we found the common factor in the Wolves' failure." The smug reporter said and smirked at his counterpart, who just offered a knowing shrug. "This ties up the two rivals. Next game is the deciding factor, next game, we will find out who is taking home the cup, and I gotta say, Paul, I don't think it's gonna be-"
Connor couldn't watch anymore. He turned his television off with his grip so tight on his whiskey glass he swore he heard the glass crack.
With the room now startingly silent, the sound of the thundering rain showering down on his house filled the empty space. He turned towards the window and saw the foggy sky filled with gray, the faintest silhouette of Serena's house barely visible through the vicious downpour outside.
The truth was Connor's head wasn't at all in his game. That woman was the only thing he could ever seem to think about, and she completely took over his mind, whether he liked it or not. She jumped in at some point and rewired him, changed the way he thought and what he cared about. Now Connor ate, slept, and breathed for Serena. So the fact he was this upset with her was creating a nasty storm inside of him.
He was angry someone was doing this to her, exposing her. Connor could barely get in and out of their community because of the mob that was posted up outside. He was empathic to how scared she probably felt right now, and he wanted nothing more than to comfort her.
But he was reminded every time of how she thought this was all because of him. It drowned out all those warm feelings and made them taste unsavory next to his anger. A scowl filled his face, and he turned away from his window. He was trying his best to find out how she got exposed, not for her anymore but for him, but it was proving more difficult than he thought.
