Moonstruck

22 | pretending that nothing happened

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RIVER

Game days are off days.

Everyone knows that. Which is exactly why most parties are set after those same events. However not tonight.

Surely, there will be students throwing parties, there's no need of a reason for that honestly. But since it's also Coach's birthday, we're off on two of our group members.

Sabrina and Dex are going out for dinner with the old man in one of the new restaurants in town. A fancy one too which has me dying of jealousy, but I can't really complain as I was the one to say I couldn't go.

Every year the Lee family invites me for both birthday's dinners and holiday's get togethers. I'm forever grateful for the love and care they give me, but this time it just didn't feel right.

It was Dex who planned everything and his Mom is tagging along as a close friend of Coach. They've secretly wanted their children to date for years, so I guess I'd just feel a little out of place.

Either way, I'm trying to redeem myself after years of ditching almost games. Don't get me wrong I'm all for the unmatched atmosphere, but it becomes a little the same, no?

Not to mention the puck bunnies who do nothing to hide their desperation. It gets to the point where I feel sorry for them because these boys do not take them seriously, they're just an easy fuck.

"Move over, everyone, Your Majesty is here!" the voice I know all too well as Theo's makes all my thoughts dissipate.

I play dumb, "Where? Is he hot?"

"Duh, have you seen me?" he gestures towards himself, up and down his body, "Cmon, we both know I'm the king of your heart."

"Okay, Taylor Swift," I snort.

"Hey, our blonde sister is kicking it out there so I will gladly be compared to her," Theo runs a hand through his hair, cockily adjusting it.

"Our blonde sister?" I shake my head at the clear nonsense coming out of his mouth, "What are you? A nun?"

Theo shrugs grinning, "The Father, the Son and the Holy Lorenzo Zurzolo. He's my god," he blows a kiss through the air.

"Don't let the poor guy know," I mutter.

"He'd be honored to be noticed by someone as awesome as me," the blonde remarks, actually believing his own words, "Anyway, we have other matters to discuss."

I arch a brow, "Like...?"

"Which jersey of mine you're wearing today, do you prefer the white or the black one?" he holds both of them, letting me choose.

"Good to know you want me to be attacked by your fan girls club," my smile is tight, sighing as I grab the white one.

If I was his girlfriend I'd choose the black jersey, it's prettier and it has some vibe to it. But since I'm only doing it because of our continuing tradition, I will settle for the white.

Theo's my best friend and I've always supported him in every way I can, as he's done to me as well. Every time I had any kind of show for figure skating he'd wear a personalized shirt with my face on it.