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"ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ. ⁱᵗ'ˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘ."
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𝐛𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 and 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 have been best friends since they were kids, and bryn is insistent that that is all they will ever be: just frie...
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♫ run / coin ♫ ☆ something tells me that you're never gonna stop 'til you get what you want
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| 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 |
I hate losing.
I hate losing to the point where people refuse to play games with me because I become overly competitive, and I am a ridiculously sore loser. But lucky for me, I don't lose.
"Hell yeah!" I whoop loudly as the hockey puck flies past my best friend Nate and into the open net. "And I believe that brings the score to five-four, which means that I win! Take that fuck face!"
"I fucking hate you," Nate grumbles, shooting me a dark look as he skates towards the net to retrieve the puck. "I don't know why I agreed to play with you."
"Because I'm your favourite person in the whole world and you love spending time with me?" My mouth curves up in a cheesy smile, and I laugh when Nate yanks his glove off so he can flip me off.
"You are insufferable." Nate rolls his eyes, but I don't miss the tiny grin tucked in the corner of his mouth. "I cannot wait to ditch you here when I go to Hawaii."
"You promised you wouldn't bring that up!" I scowl at Nate as I skate backwards towards the exit of the rink, Nate following close after me.
The rink is scarce of people besides the two of us, a common occurrence once the cold winter of Boston melts away to be replaced by the humid summer. Both Nate and I are dressed in pants and hoodies, our cheeks flushed from the crisp air that fills the rink, but I know that as soon as we step foot outside, we will tug our sweaters off and decide we need slushies to combat the muggy temperature of early April.
Nate shrugs sheepishly as he crouches to scoop up the puck from the ice before hopping the lip of the rink and hobbling after me to the change room. "Sorry, sorry, my bad. You know I wish you were coming."
"I fucking hate school." I dramatically shove open the change room door, and a shiver of satisfaction races up my spine when the door makes an angry sound as it collides with the wall. "If my exams were just a week earlier, I could go to Hawaii with you."
"So drop out." Nate raises his eyebrows at me as he plops down on a bench to untie his skates. "You're constantly bitching about how much you hate it."
"I can't just drop out." My voice quiets as I settle onto the bench beside Nate, my winner's high fading away as we return to reality. Hockey has always been an escape for me, and sometimes I wish I could just stay on the rink forever, away from everything life demands of me.
"Why not?" Nate casually bumps his shoulder against mine, and I retaliate by shoving him away from me.
"For starters, my mother would kill me." I tug off my skates and wipe off the blades before I slide my feet back into my birkenstocks. "And I think getting an education is valuable."
