She Looks So Perfect (Luke Hemmings)+ extras

Chapter 17- Wherever You Are

~Nicole's POV~

If only I could turn back time and you know not leave Sydney and just grow up there with Luke and Isaac and then everything would be completely alright for the future and I wouldn't have this pain inside of me that is making me want to crawl up in a ditch and die. And the fact that I'm being traded isn't helping either. Steven was coming home with us today, along with Gabe, so everything is alright. I guess.

"Everything will be alright sis." Steven said from beside me. He pats my back and gives me a smile. "We can still Skype call." My brothers attempts at cheering me up have been futile. The whole team is too depressed about my departure to help me cheer up and coach still hasn't said anything to me. It seems like he doesn't dare too.

"It's not that Steven." I say. "It's just Luke's not with me and I wish that there was a way for us to work out long distance but then I know that in the long run it wouldn't work. It's just..." I take a moment to breath. Talking about my ex-boyfriend to my brother is hard. "...I wish there was a way. You know, a way for us to work because I love him more than anyhing in the world and it'd be hard to move on from him..".

"Sis, as your big brother; I advise you that you should push him aside."

"Clearly you've never been in love before." Stunned, Steven sits back and doesn't bother to say anything to me for the rest of the flight. I wanted to sleep, I needed it anyways. Not only because I want to avoid conversation but because I also didn't want to be awake and thinking of Luke. I wouldn't want anyone to see me like that.

So I slept, resting my head on Gabe's shoulder. Just before I slept, I felt him kiss me on my forehead. It was painful feeling the kiss because it reminds me of Luke. Everything seems to be reminding me of Luke and right now I just wanted to be on the ice. Where I belong.

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I should have known that there would be fans. Fans were everywhere and the paparazzi wasn't helping either. The sun was bad enough, I didn't need the bright flashes from their cameras to be bothering me.

"NICOLE, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT BEING TRADED?"

"HOW ARE YOU AFTER THE COMPETITION? AND HOW DOES IT FEEL TO WIN GOLD?"

"DO YOU THINK THAT THIS TRADE IS AN ACT OF BETRAYAL?"

"DO YOU THINK YOU CAN LIFT THE COLORADO TEAM TO WIN THE CUP THIS YEAR?"

"WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT RUMORS CIRCULATING THAT YOU ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH GABRIEL LANDESKOG?"

"HOW ARE YOU HANDLING THE LOSS OF YOUR FATHER?"

"ENOUGH!!!!!" i shouted. They were getting on my nerves and they do not know the meaning of privacy and honestly I am sick and tired of the freaking press being so god damn annoying. So it is time to speak my mind.

"Enough with the personal questions. Enough with the constant flash. It's daylight for gods sake! Do you guys really have nothing better to do than to go out, follow someone and ruin their life just so you can get paid? The press, all of you, are assholes. You are invading my privacy. There are people out there who have way more less than you and they have better hearts."

I stopped for a second to breathe. Ranting is very exhausting.

"Why is it so fucking important that you print my story? Why doesn't a magazine cover real life problems instead, huh? There are young teenagers, kids, battling with depression, anxiety, eating disorders, suicidal thoughts; yet you choose to publish a story about an insignificant hockey player like myself."

Everyone was dead quiet, some people even bothered to come and join our little group to see what the hell was going on. People also had their phones out to film my speech. I didn't mind that because this message had to be brought out.