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30

KENZIE
A WEEK LATER

"Kenz." Macey glares at me from the bed while I'm doing my make up. I can feel her eyes burning wholes in the back of my head.

"You still haven't told them it's Logan?"

"No," I sigh twisting my mascara shut before turning around in my chair to face my sister. "You know as well as I do, if I told them that the guy I was seeing was Logan and that this is his game we're all going to they wouldn't have agreed to go. Hell! They'd probably would have canceled the whole trip!"

Macey sighs, "You're right, I just don't like this."

"Do you think I do? My heart feels like it weights a million tons right now, I am so scared to see how they react."

Macey chews on her cheek.

"But," I take a deep breath and stand up, "I love him, and they need to know that."

Macey's eyes go wide, "You love him? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm sure because we were able to talk through what happened and we've moved on from it. He's sweeter than before, he's gentler, kinder, softer. I can be vulnerable with him and he listens and helps. He makes me happy, Macey."

"I believe you, Kenzie, but Mom and Dad..."

"I know," I push my fingers through my hair, walking over to my closet. I pull a dusty rose colored long sleeve off a hanger and stretch it over my head, trying to avoid hitting my face, before pulling on some distressed black jeans.

"I can't force them to change their minds," I say as I pull out a pair of socks and go sit on the edge of my bed, pulling them on. "But if they love me, they'll deal with it and they'll learn to love him too."

"They'll come around," Macey nods, "They always do."

She's right, as stubborn and as protective as they can be they do love us and just want us to be happy. And I know Logan can take whatever they throw his way.

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"Tell me this is going to go well," I say to Macey as we sit in my car.

"It's not."

I reach over and hit her on the arm, "You're the worst sister ever."

I push open my car door, grabbing my purse from the car floor.

"I'm just being honest," she says mirroring my actions. "I'll be by your side for the whole thing, but I have very low hopes for this going well."

I let out a sigh, locking my car. "Same."

We both turn and head inside. Our parents aren't here yet and we're ten minutes late because of traffic. But knowing our parents they'll be late to this just because it's not something they want to do. And of course there will be some elaborate excuse.

I look over up at the scoreboard as Macey and I enter the arena, neither team has scored. My eyes glance at my sister as I follow her before I look at what the time says. They're only three minutes into the game.

Macey leads us to our seats. Once we're sat I stare at the red jerseys skating all over the ice with their white lettering and numbers, searching for Logan.

"What number is he?" Macey asks from beside me.

And then I spot him as the whistle is blown and both teams skate from the ice to their benches.