priorities // a. matthews

three [III]

Carmen
"My friends aren't going to believe that Auston Matthews is buying me chicken right now." I laugh to myself, pulling my blonde hair back into a huge messy bun on top of my head.

"My friends are going to be mad that I ditched them at the club to buy you chicken." Auston laughs back as we wait for our chicken standing on the sidewalk outside the food truck.

"You have friends?" I raise an eyebrow. "Hmm didn't know that."

He scoffs, brown eyes narrowing devilishly before he looks away and stares into the street traffic. I guess I'm not going to get a response. It's nothing short of what I expect from Auston, he just seems like that kind of person.

"I was actually dragged along by William. He kept saying something about being his wingman." Auston crosses his arms uncomfortably.

"I don't care," I shrug. "And I don't care." Chicken? Where's my chicken?

Suddenly I don't like that Auston's paying for my food, it makes me want to just buy it for myself.

But I already made a stupid deal with him, and I'm going to a hockey game with him now too. What the actual fuck have I done to myself?

"Fuck you Car—." Auston snaps back at me until I completely cut him off.

"Or do I care?" My lips curve up into a smirk.

If William and Shae were at the same club, it couldn't of been a coincidence. That fucking bitch dragged me along telling me that we were giving to hang out just the two of us but left me in the crowd to go find William, if I'm not wrong.

Everything's piecing itself together now as I connect the dots.

"I don't know, do you?"

From a few mangled words to melodramatically cursing me out, Auston is beyond confusing and unpredictable.

I choose to believe that under all that introvert there's a nice guy in there that is buying me chicken because he genuinely likes me. But than again I could be wrong and he could very well be playing me just like I thought in the first place.

There's no point in telling myself to stop over analyzing Auston, because I know that I won't.

Auston taps my shoulder the slightest, eyebrows shooting up in question. I realize I still haven't answered his question.

"Shit sorry, I zoned out." I mumble.

He rolls his eyes and shrugs. "So?"

"Yeah, yeah I do. Shae and William are totally getting it on behind our backs." A gasp that he didn't ask for finds its way out of my throat.

"Wow, so I wasn't the only one ditched tonight." Auston smirks lopsidedly.

Wow, he's a cute one alright. I try not to think about his attractiveness, since I'm trying not to let myself like him or anything.

"Our chickens ready." I sigh heavily, shoving my hands in my pockets and shivering noticeably.

"I'll grab it." He mumbles, slipping past me and walking toward the food truck without saying another word. I watch him pull out his wallet and pay for the both of us before making his way back to where I stand.

"Want to go for a walk?" I ask. I'm not sure either of us are feeling just standing here awkwardly and exchanging insults.

"Sure."

"So how's life been without hockey for the past week, eh?" I look over to Auston as he hands me my box of chicken.

Still a little tipsy, I keep on bumping into Auston's side as I walk. He remains unfazed after only having three shots about an hour ago.