Chapter 10 : Hard arguments

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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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⏰ Last updated: Aug 01, 2015 ⏰

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