That game was probably the worst one I've played in a long time.
I couldn't focus at all on the game, I was so distracted on the fact that Nick was coming back that I couldn't even enjoy the moment, or even find the back of the opposing team's net. I was very disappointed and angry at myself. I let everyone on my team down, and everyone knew it.
We had lost that game, evidently.
And just like always, after every game, we had to hit the gym. I was really not in the mood to get on those machines, the feeling of exhaust so heavily on me. I isolated myself away from my team, trying to think back at the game, and trying not to hate myself too much. But I had to admit, it was never easy when I had a bad game. Everyone would always blame the girl.
I stopped listening to the media a long time ago, but when other people are watching these things and they always pick on me, it isn't pleasant to hear. Often, I hear comments about me when I walk on the streets of Chicago or even when I have an interview... who was the idiot who had the idea of asking me how I felt when people called me a 'no good playing bitch'. Well, I can assure you it doesn't feel good, buddy!
I let every thought escape my mind for once, and laid my head against the wall, breathing in deeply. I was simply lying against the wall in the hallway, trying to get myself together before I needed to reach my team back at the gym. Every thought about Nick was gone for once.
"Hey there." Footsteps came closer to me, and I looked up to see John Tavares himself, my soul brother.
Just like I would treat any brother of mine, I looked down, too ashamed to look him in the face.
He sighed, a bit discouraged by my silence, and grabbed a seat next to me against the wall. He looked over at me, and he understood the feeling of losing a game, there was no secret there. Although, his eyes reached mine, and I knew there was something he didn't quite understand in all of this, and that was the part about Nick. "Was there something bothering you tonight?"
I straightened up, his eyes on me but mine avoiding his at all cost, and I nodded.
"That's what I thought. Not once did you even acknowledged that I was on the ice." He said, a bit disappointed. "That isn't the way we play, usually."
I nodded, "Yeah, I know."
"Eventually, I started thinking you were intimidated by me. You know, cuz I'm so much better than you."
I hit him playfully, realizing that he was kidding. "Stop it. You know, I've always been better, I was even taller than you once."
"Oh no no no," He argued immediately, which made me laugh. "You were only taller than me the first time we met, I was 15."
"And I was 14!" I laughed. "I was 5'8, and it's been like that ever since. Face it, you were short, and I was a giant."
"You were never a giant." He smiled at me. "Only when you were angry would I say you were kind of an ogre type creature."
I hit his shoulder this time, a bit harder, a bit less playfully.
"Ow!" He nearly shouted. "Are you trying to rip off my arm?"
"I tried. I failed, fortunately for you." I smiled at him.
He smiled, so happy. He rested his arm around my shoulder, and my head fell on his shoulder by habit. "I've missed you, Rose."
"Me too." I said, not looking at him though.
After a moment, he released me, and looked me in the eyes a bit more seriously. "So, are you gonna tell me what happened before the game? You seemed so happy and focused during the warm-up, and as soon as you got out for the game, you were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, if you know what I mean."
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When It Falls (Sequel To Skate On) {ON HOLD}
FanfictionHere comes another story about the famously called 'inspiration of the entire world'. Rose is now happy in Chicago, finally the first girl in the NHL, and she gets to play with her dream team, the Chicago Blackhawks. As well as having such a suppor...