scoring you

Chapter 52

Aiden

My legs feel worn and torn.

My head feels hot and sticky.

I always thought these moments, if they'd ever happen, would make me feel euphoric. They do I guess, to an extent at least.

I've been here for one and a half months, exact of today.

I skate across the ice day and night, the cold giving me frost bite although its boiling hot outside. I only have two things stuck on my mind when I skate.

1. Don't fuck this up.

2. Alyssa.

Maybe two takes up the majority of my time actually, because didn't I fuck up everything to do with her as well? I did, technically.

The mess warping through my head almost distracts me from my main goal, literally. The puck waves closer and closer, I only have just enough time to hit it away with a bash of metal clinging to metal.

A short piercing pain strains through my knee.

I hear several whoops and cheers in the background, my team mates.

Is it shitty of me to not care for them? Yes, defiantly.

It's also fucked up that I know what Alyssa would say in this moment? Your a dick.

I can't count the amount of times she's said that to me, even when we were kids.

Slaps on my back distract me from the moment seeping into the contents of my brain. "Good job, mate." They say. "Your a natural."

Yeah, I bloody know that.

I almost say, almost.

"Thanks," I mumble before looking at my coach, raising her eyebrows.

She's been addicted to making me connect with them, I really don't want to though. It's not like I'll ever see half of them again, maybe one or two in the future. Probably not, hopefully not.

Most of them are above the age of twenty five. Some older than thirty, I'm the youngest here. A nimble nineteen yet still the best on this pitch. Somehow my collage team seems to challenge me more. Fuck, Steven is even better then this one dude that glares at me as of right now.

I give him a quick smile, nodding at the other things people say.

A ringing tone on my phone perks my head out of the ground.

Fucking finally.

"Matthew?" I say immediately.

He chuckles, "you were waiting for me? Hmm?"

"No," I huff. "Course not."

"Yeah," he muses. "Of course not. Y'know you can just admit it? You miss me."

I roll my eyes.

"Stubborn shit. You and your girlfriend are the exact same, I swear."

"We're not together anymore, Matthew." I remind him, a sinking feeling in my chest. "Remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's what you all say."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He verbally shrugs. "You love each other or you don't, and you guys are two of the worst liars I've ever met while talking about your feelings to one another."

"She broke up with me."

"Ah," he chuckles. "But you know that's not forever."

"I don't actually."