Auston Matthews Imagine

Auston Matthews - Part Twenty-One

Alex can see in a difference in my mood and tries several times to get me to tell her what's wrong. I shrug her off each time and make the excuse that I have a headache, which technically isn't a lie. I can't bring myself to watch the rest of the game or to look at the girl again. So I spend much of the next hour staring at my hands sitting on my lap.

I shouldn't even care. It's not like I love him and we never made it seem like it was a serious thing. It's only been like three days.

However I can still feel the hurt. I want Auston to tell me that I'm delusional. That there's nothing going on between him and Blondie. That she's no one. I want to go back to half an hour ago where I was happy and looking forward to coming back to Toronto in a week, this time to stay.

I feel a bit better when the opposing team, Columbus, makes a comeback period, overtaking the Leafs four to five with less than two minutes in the game. I want Auston to hurt right now. When the final horn blows, the Leafs lose to Columbus to a final score of four to six. I stand with the rest of the family and we slowly make our way back down to the family room. I notice Blondie trailing slightly behind us, but I know she's going the same place we are.

When we reach the family room it's quite a while before any players emerge. I note that Blondie doesn't talk to anyone, just hovers around small crowds of who I'm guessing are wives and girlfriends. She looks out of place and I know she's not exactly welcome here. Auston emerges from the hallway a bit later, a grumpy look on his face mixed with something I can't put my finger on, shame maybe? I remain silent and refuse to meet his eyes while his family talks to him.

Mitch and a few of the other guys emerge as well. I notice Mitch look at Blondie and hesitate, a confused look on his face. He meets Auston's gaze and they exchange dark looks. What? Mitch glances at me and sees me already staring at him and he gives me a sad smile.

I feel a warm hand brush against mine and I rip it out of his reach. I may not know what's going on right now but I know I want nothing to do with touching him.

"Y/N, can I please talk to you a moment?" Auston whispers and I shake my head.

"No," I snap back and step away from him, giving myself some distance.

Auston makes an aggravated noise in the back of his throat but he doesn't push it. Instead he walks over to where Blondie has been watching him like a hawk and begins whispering to her. I can't help but stare, she rolls her eyes at him several times and reaches out to touch his arm which he dodges each time. I can see Mitch watching me out of the corner of my eye and I want to go ask him but I refrain.

I look back over time to see Blondie stalking out of the family room, a bitter look on her face though she never looks my way.

"Y/N, please, you're leaving in less than an hour. Please talk to me," Auston is back in front of me. He doesn't try to touch me this time. I eye him a moment, sincerity on his face and I nod.

I follow him back to the same hallway we were in just hours before, this time a much different mood and atmosphere between us. Auston turns to face me and runs his hands through his hair.

"I'm assuming you know I must have had a thing with that girl," he says slowly and I nod. "Had being the correct terminology."

He pauses as if he expects me to say something but I just stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

"How did you know?" He then asks and I frown, of course he's going to make me talk.

"Her perfume, I could smell it in your car both times I was in it," I tell him, staring at the wall over his shoulder.