Leather Dreams

Half-time

Half-time (Chap 5)

Amaya pov (Friday):

I slump in my seat moody as I look over at the sturdy figures slamming a tiny plate or whatever it's called, across the sheet of ice.

At least that's what it looks like. But instead with force and the opposing teams swearing at each other.

How lovely. A clash of male egos over a tiny flat round thingy.

"Go Max! Baby you can do it!"

I wince and glance at Milly who's currently giving her man love eyes and waving at him from the stands as he skates by.

She roped me into this because she didn't wanna apparently fight off the 'demons' from talking away her man.

The 'demons' aka, the screaming girl who are obsessed with all of the members of our hockey team. The hockey team won all the championships once last year when I first came and everyone went wild.

I mean, to be completely honest I prefer solid ground because I'm clumsy but you do you.

"That's my man, you slags. Get your own,"

Oh boy, I turn my head and see Milly scowling at the girls screaming over Max.

He pulls up his shirt to wipe the sweat of his face before adjusting his helmet and skiing away.

Who even likes that? His chest is so hairy, sometimes I have to really question Millys choices in men.

He smiles when he sees Milly and winks at her, making the girls slowly back into their seats, seething.

"That's my girl," he says and blows her a kiss before heading back to the game.

She blushes and I can't help but feel grateful for Max. As much as I hate the bastard, he brings up Millys self confidence and defends her.

Could never be me. Universe whyyy??

"I'm getting outta here before I vomit. Romance is dead,"

"Whatever you say, Wednesday Adam's," Milly rolls her eyes, ignoring me and focuses on the game or her man as I squirm past her.

"Amaya, I've left food in the fridge back in our room. I might be late so you can have it,"

"Thanks mum,"

She shakes her head, grinning as I walk away and head towards the exit.

Finally, peace and quiet as I enter the corridor  away from the screaming, as I brush a curl from my face.

While I walk, a sweet falls out of my pocket as I let out a groan and pick it up, but suddenly stopping half way through.

What is that noise..?

I frown and tilt my head, trying to listen intently to the sound.

Is that a child crying...?

Crap!! There's no way I'm gonna be part of a damn horror movie! The sensible thing to do is to walk away and pretend like I never heard that.

You're not catching me out on this own. I will let some other heroine to stumble and almost get killed until her boyfriend saves her, and sacrifices himself.