Between the Lines || A KK Harvey + Tate McRae Romance

03.

Tate's POV

"Yeah, I'll be right there," I say as calmly as possible while my heart is absolutely racing. I'm absolutely not almost there; I'm literally just pulling my shoes on, and my stomach feels like it's going to burst any second. "I'm getting in the car now!"

"I know you're lying," Gracie giggles through the phone.

"Shut up," I say, rolling my eyes and locking the door behind me. "It's only half a lie now because I'm walking towards my car now."

"And I'm sitting on my front stoop waiting for you,"

"I know you're not lying about that," Gracie, my best friend, and I are complete opposites. She's never late, always early, and I'm always late, never early. I don't think I've ever really cared about being late for anything, but right now, I don't want to let my hockey girl down.

"Fucking finally," Gracie descended the stairs of her apartment, opening my passenger car door and getting in. Making herself comfortable, she puts her bag down and grabs my phone, putting on some random song she's been obsessed with. Flipping my sunnies down, I start driving towards the Wisconsin University's hockey rink.

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"Shit, shit, shit," I curse, basically running down the stairs and almost tripping over myself. "It's 3:34, Gracie, if we didn't get your sna-"

"Hey! My snacks were mandatory, and you said you wanted them, too," She defends, following behind me at an agonizingly slow pace. The doors opened at 3:30, and I figured KK would want to give me her jersey before the game, so I decided to get here early. I just hope they are still practicing.

To my relief, when we find the row in front of the ice, I notice two seats marked off, stating they're for "GUESTS ONLY" in big red letters. Sitting down in them, Gracie unloads the snacks onto the ground while I pull my purse out, digging around it for some lip gloss.

"Do you know if I brought my lippies?" I ask, angrily fishing around my purse for them, but considering there's barely anything in there, my lip gloss is not here.

"Fuck, Grac-" Looking up, I'm stopped by someone standing behind the glass in front of me, a girl, KK Harvey. Oh my god, she looks good in her jersey. Smiling, she points at the purse in my hands, motioning for me to put it down, so I do, then step closer to the glass and notice she's holding something in her hand. Her jersey.

"Catch!" She shouts abruptly, tossing the jersey over the thick plexiglass, causing me to scramble for it, thankfully catching it. That would've been embarrassing.

KK's POV

Tate's head disappears as she slips the oversized jersey over her head, then reappears with her hair bunched up and her cheeks bright red. She's incredibly so fucking hot.

"How is it?!" I ask slash scream so she can hear. Giving me a thumbs up, she smiles, causing me to, too, and then a worried expression flashes on her face as she notices something behind me. Obviously, this didn't give me enough time to react because Lacey came running into me.

"Sorry," She giggles, shrugging her shoulders as she straightens me up and then turns towards the glass. "Tate McRae?" She asks quietly, more towards me than Tate.

"Yes," I roll my eyes. "You can talk to her, you know; she's right there."

"Hey!" Lace waves at Tate, who smiles back slightly. Lacey then notices the jersey on Tate and, obviously, gets a stupid idea in her head.

"Wanna do a little spin for KK?" She smirked, looking between the two of us. My cheeks now matched the bright red color of Tate's.

"Uhm, why don't we do a little spin for KK," I counter, looking at Lacey sternly, hopefully getting the point across that we're gonna talk about this later. No way in fuck am I going to let Tate "do a little spin" for me when it's right in front of Lacey. I swear to god, she has fucked every girl on the women's soccer and volleyball teams.