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quinn






I'M AT THE BAR WITH my teammates, celebrating our win against the chicago blackhawks. but since the start of the season, there was always something missing. someone was missing. everly jones was missing.

i regret breaking up more than anything. i'd say it was and still is my biggest mistake, leaving the girl who only wanted the best for me. since the day i met her in college she attended all of my hockey games, college ones and nhl ones. she went to away games, but only the ones that were reasonable. she was my biggest supporter. i call her every night, hoping she'll hear me out and come back to me. she always answers, but never listens to me long enough.

i hate the person i'm becoming. i'm always out drinking until the early hours of the morning, even when i have morning practices. my coaches can tell something is off. everybody could tell.

brock, my roommate, was the only person who really knew what was going on, and how i felt. everly, brock, and i all lived together in my apartment since i was drafted in 2018. her and brock became super close friends. i loved that about her. she could make friends with anyone super fast.

i was about to down another shot when brock walked up beside me and took the shot glass out of my hand, setting it down on the table. i gave him a 'what the fuck was that for' look, earning a laugh in response.

"if you want everly back," brock started, downing the shot that was supposed to be mine, then slamming it down on the table. "you have to stop doing whatever this is." he finishes, moving his hands in circles when he said "this."

i roll my eyes at him. "whatever, brock." i mumble, pulling out my phone.

"don't call her either," brock warned, placing his hand on my shoulder. "leave the poor girl alone."

i shove my phone back in my pocket, turning to face brock. "if you care about her so much, why don't you just date her?" i shout and he smirks.

"maybe i will, quinn." he replies, removing his hand from my shoulder and walking off, probably looking for elias. i can feel the anger rise in my chest. brock knows how much everly means to me. how could he date my ex? why would he even joke about it?

i'm sat on a barstool with my shoulders slumped and my head down. however, my head perks up when i feel a presence next to me. i turn to see a blonde haired girl, dressed in basically nothing. she's leaning over the table, purposely showing her boobs off to the bartender, which works in her favor.

"hey," she flirts, shuffling closer to me. "what's got a sexy man like you all upset?" she asks, sipping on her drink. i roll my eyes and run a hand through my messy hair. everly loves when my hair is messy.

"nothing." i grumble back, starting to stand up but she places a hand on my bicep.

"i can help you feel better." she smirks and sends me a wink. i almost throw up. i look at her hand on my bicep, shrugging it off.

"no. i'm good. goodbye." i cut off the conversation there and walk to where elias and tatcher are standing. i knew they saw the whole thing go down. thatcher hands me one of the shots in his hand that i gladly take.

"damn hughes. you won't even flirt with another girl." elias jokes, and thatcher nods his head in agreement.

i shake my head. "i don't want anyone else."

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