Love at First Sight

3. Nyssa

My eyes widened as I saw the blond boy get shoved into the ice. That jerk I felt my temper flaring up. How dare he just injure someone that badly and get away with it!? The poor guy probably has a concussion. The ref needs to open his damn eyes, blond boy is literally unconcious, and the bastard is still playing! This is bull. I was tempted to storm down there and bash the jerk's head into the ice until he couldn't breathe, but Brooke refrained me. After all, I was new, and I didn't exactly know anyone from my own school, let alone the other.

I watched as he got placed on the bench, uneasily, and the jerk continued to play roughly. 

My eyes drifted to where very concussed blondie was sitting, cheering on his team. Wait. What? He's not...mad? He's not...upset? He's not planning his revenge on that jerk? He almost looks...forgiving...What? if that was me, that bastard would be six feet under the ice right now not...forgiven...

I try to shake myself out of it, what do I care about a stupid, forgiving, overly-optomistic blond kid? He needs to learn that the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows. I scoff inwardly. Stupid sunny kid. 

Bloody hell. Why do I keep looking over there!?

Now that i think of it, he's not...unattractive. He's tall. He has a...nice jawline. He has nice hair too. Bright blonde and spikey. My eyes flick to his own.

Oh wow

They are quite literally the brightest shade of blue i've ever seen. Like...like the sky...on a really...annoyingly clear day. Brooke's voice snapped me out of my thoughts

"Who're you looking at?" she asked, suspiciously looking around the rink.

I quickly shook my head, "No one!" i said, probably a little too quickly.

Brooke gave me an unamused expression "Nyss, I've known you for seven years, you really think I can't tell when you're staring at a guy?" She scoffed indignantly "I'm insulted, now, who it it!?"

I massaged my forehead, I should've known, Brooke is like an agent or something when it comes to this shit. Ugh, this is great, now I'm gonna have to tell her, and she'll make my fun of me, and I won't be able to cut out her vocal cords because she's my best friend. 

Just kidding. Kinda

I sighed before responding, and pointing to blondie "That one, concussed, I don't like him. And i definately don't find him attractive" (lie) "I just feel kinda bad"

Brooke gaped at me. She pointed to the blond boy, who was still, for whatever reason cheering on his team with half a concussion- and gaped again. I sighed and rubbed my temples, "yes, Brooke, him, get over it-"

She suddenly looked very amused. "That's Aiden Rhodes" She smiled widely, it was kinda creepy, and I won't lie, I was slightly scared.

"He's star hockey player, and literally the sweetest person ever" she gushed on.

Blegh. Was my first thought. I looked at him again, now that she's said it, I kinda see it, Aiden Rhodes looks like he would sprout flowers wherever he walked, and birds would sing, and all that disney shit. It was almost nauseating, I mean can you imagine? Getting almost concussed and still cheering on your god damn team, with no hatred whatsoever for the jerk that made you collapse!? I could never. But I suppose there was a hint of admiration in my scruitiny, I mean it takes...guts to not be preturbed by this kind of shit...and a hell of alot of optimism.

Brooke continued to gush on about blondie, while I nodded along, trying to listen. I looked over at the scoreboard, Crestwood was up by twelve points. It might be my first hockey game, on my first day at a new school, but it was...nice to see our home team winning. I almost chuckled. Almost. I looked back at the bench to see blondie staring at me with a somewhat dazed expression. Huh. Perhaps he feels the concussion coming along again.

The game dragged on, with Crestwood eventually winning. I'd be lying if I said I didn't cheer slighty throughout the game, and I'd also be lying if I said I wasn't pleased when the jerk that shoved blondie was sent to the penalty box for two minutes after shoving yet another one of our players.

Brooke and I took the taxi back to my dad's diner, where I was on closing duty tonight.