Shoot Your Shot (Hockey/Fratboy Shawn AU)

Part Ten

Shawn wasn't too fond of dropping the situation after what had occurred earlier in the day, but a hockey game later that night was going to consume the both of you for the rest of the night. He had put up a fight, saying he'd rather stay with you and talk everything through than go to the game. But, after forcing him to go, he had remembered that he- as the captain of the team, was obligated to attend and if he didn't, he'd be kicked off the team. So, he sucked it up, put on a happy face and walked into the locker room after kissing you goodbye. You warned him beforehand not to start anything with Brian now, everyone needed to get through this game before anything happened, and if he were to hurt Brian he'd be benched by coach.
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"I'm not going to the game," Shawn sighs, spinning around in your desk chair as you watched him from perched on top of your bed, criss crossed legs.
"Yes you are Shawn, you're the captain you have to go or coach will kick you off." You reply, moving to may down on your side.
"Fuck you're right," He groans, throwing his head back and stopping his spinning before looking at you. "Who do you think did it?"
You roll your eyes at the question, assuming that he would be able to guess who it was, "I thought it was obvious."
Shawn nods, immediately knowing who you're talking about, "I know," He says softly, getting up before walking over to lay next to you on the bed. "I just didn't want to believe it, I never thought that Brian would've done it, ya know?"
"Yeah," You whisper, reaching out to toy with his hair as the two of you lay there. "Just promise me one thing tonight?"
You cup his cheek, and he turns his head to kiss the inside of your palm, "Of course, what is it?"
You smile at his action before saying, "Don't provoke anything with Brian, I don't want to be on the front cover of the school newspaper two weeks in a row."
He chuckles a bit before nodding, "I promise I won't be the one to provoke, but if he tries anything with me, I'm gonna kill him."
You lean forwards to capture his lips before speaking, "You wouldn't be you if you didn't."
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News obviously flies quickly, seeing as the moment you entered the stadium, all eyes were on you. Luckily, since he had already known you due to your prior involvement with the members of the team, coach waved you and Bella down, offering the two of you seats next to him in the box as the game went on. You could tell that he had at least heard of the video with the way he was acting, but it didn't come up once. Maybe it was because it was the middle of the game and he was wanting to pay attention, or maybe because he didn't want to piss off his star player by confronting his girl. Either way, you were more than happy to avoid the topic altogether.
You were hoping to go undercover at the game, unnoticed almost, but that plan failed when Shawn insisted you wore your jersey with his name on the back so 'everyone knew you were here reppin' him', and of course you complied. However, rather than grab people's attention for the right reason, the six words on the back of your shirt had people whispering all around you, but not one of them willing to look you in the eyes.
There was only ten minutes left in the game and it was four to two, you guys were winning. Shawn had made three of the shots, doing a victory lap every single time before coming over to high five you as he made his way back into the center of the rink. Currently, the opposing team had the puck and Geoff was tailing the player who had it. Within a seconds time, the puck was back into Geoff's possession, and with it he made a beeline for Shawn who was across the rink, only 15 feet from the goal. An opposing team member was coming towards Geoff at full speed, and was prepared to slam him into the side of the rink. But, just in the nick of time, Geoff noticed him and pulled his stick back before sending the puck flying in Shawn's direction. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Geoff hit the ground and at the same time Shawn prepares himself to take the shot. Just before he can hit it, another blue jersey rams into him, sending Shawn skidding across the ice and into the side of the rink.
The entire stadium falls silent, watching as the two boys fall over and hit the wall. A blue jersey hitting a blue jersey meant that someone from your team had just hit Shawn, and whether it was on purpose or not was unknown at the moment. Shawn is too far for you to yell out to, but all you can hope is that he doesn't flip his shit on whoever just hit him. Shawn's the first one up, his chest visibly heaving from across the ice. He's clenching his fists, huffing violently as he stares down at the other guy. Everyone's waiting for Shawn to do something, even the game has paused, none of the other players moving a muscle. Shawn had a bit of a track record with these types of things, usually one to lash out violently, but you knew first hand after seeing him get frustrated with you on multiple occasions, that he could control himself if he were to try hard enough. Suddenly, Shawn's skating across the ice directly towards you guys. He stops just short of you, talking to the coach lowly, his voice clearly quivering as he heaves in anger. His cheeks are a deep shade of dark red as he talks, his speech more a raspy whisper. All of a sudden, the coach is nodding looking behind Shawn before yelling, "Brian, off the ice now!"
Bella and you both tense up, exchanging looks of recognition before watching anxiously as Brian steps into the box with you guys. The second you heard his name leave the coaches lips, you knew that this wasn't an accident, you knew that Brian had either previously planned to pull a stunt like this or decided last minute to do it. Even if he were to try and play it off as him not being able to stop in time, no one would believe him. Brian- an asshole or not, was one of the best skaters on the team. Granted, he wasn't the best hockey player, but he could lap most of the guys without an issue. The game resumes immediately after, but you're too focused on the scene in front of you to pay any attention to it.
The coach grabs Brian by his helmet, pulling his head close speak to him, "I don't know why the hell you just pulled that, but keep pulling that shit and you're off, for good. Do you hear me!"
"Yes coach," Brian says quietly. The coach hold him still for a moment longer, glaring him down before pushing him back by his helmet and pointing to an empty spot all the way down the bench. Brian avoids eye contact as he walks down to the end, sitting down and pulling his helmet off to chuck it to the side, frustration clear on his face. A week ago, you would've felt bad for the kid, maybe even sympathetic, but now there was not even a tiny part of you that felt for him. You roll your eyes, diverting your attention back to the game as Bella rubs her hand up and down your back in a comforting way. Once again, Shawn has the puck and is coming back towards the goal when across the rink, a different player from the team gets decked, dropping immediately. You watched along with others for him to get back up, but he was down for good. After only having just started the game back up, it was pausing again. A couple other guys help him up and off the ice, and he comes to sit near you as the paramedics check out his injury.
It's a couple minutes later, 4 minutes left in the game when you hear the coach cuss from next to you. His leg had broken, leaving him out for good. "If one more person gets hurt I'm gonna have to send Brian back in, and Mendes will give me hell if I do," The coach pauses, running a hand down his face before slamming his hand down on the wall separating the rink from the box you guys were in. "Damn it!"
You and Bella watch in silence, 3 minutes 33 seconds and counting and all seems good as of now. Before you know it, the other team scores leaving you at 3-4. You were still leading by one goal, but one goal was nothing and if the other team were to make a goal in the next 3 and a half minutes, it would not be good.
"You think we have this in the bag?" Bella asks nervously.
You looked away for just a couple seconds to answer Bella's question, her lip pulled between her teeth as she awaited your reply. Out of nowhere, her expression changes and she's gasping, shooting out of her seat to get a better look across the ice. You follow her, standing up and looking around only to find Geoff splayed across the ice, nursing his wrist as he stands up. He says he's fine, but the paramedics are still obligated to check him out before he can continue playing.
Bella leaves your side to walk over to Geoff, consoling him as his wrist is checked out. You stand there, starstruck at the position you're in. In the past week, you couldn't seem to get a break for even a minute. Shawn's eyes meet yours in a knowing glance as he watches the coach from afar. "Brian, go." The coach sighs, hanging his head in defeat. Brian's head pops up, his eyes widening. You catch his eyes for a mere second and just like that he's looking away and reaching out for his helmet.
He skids back into position on the ice, your eyes flashing over to notice Shawn's rigid posture as he watches him enter the rink. You were shocked to say the least, Shawn was doing an impeccable job at keeping his cool- keeping his promise, but you knew he was nearing his snapping point. All you could do is cross your fingers that he wouldn't act out on instinct and would keep it clean for the rest of the match. Now with 2 minutes left, the puck is served, landing in the opposing team's possession. Of course, they go right for the goal only to be intercepted by someone, the puck returning to your team. Soon, it is passed over to Brian, only to be caught mid pass by the other team. Shawn's watching impatiently from the other side of the rink as Brian chases after the guy, finally catching him and stealing the puck. He zooms across the ice, only 10 seconds remaining before passing it to Shawn. Shawn gladly takes it, lining up his swing before shooting the puck straight into the net. Only three seconds after, the buzzer goes off signalling the end of the game.
You stand up smiling, fully expecting Shawn to come right over to you to celebrate, but you are shocked along with the rest of the crowd at his next action. Without hesitation, he skates over to Brian, grabbing his helmet and tugging it off. Brian stands there confused, not quite sure what's happening, that is until Shawn chucks the metal across the ice, all the other players at a stand still. He reels his arm back before landing a punch right into Brian's nose.
A sickening crack is heard from across the rink, and you wince as he falls to the ground holding his nose. You swear you hear the coach chuckle as he does, and immediately after, Shawn's gaze is on you and a smile graces his face. You can't help but smile in reply, usually you'd be furious for Shawn to punch anyone, let alone a teammate in such a public setting but you just couldn't find it in yourself to be angry at your smiley puppy of a boyfriend as he rounded the rink towards you. A couple members of the team went to help Brian out, but the rest were celebrating on the ice as the crowd began to disperse. Shawn steps into the box, ignoring coaches demand for his attention, opting to plant a big kiss on your lips. You laugh into the kiss, running your hands up and through his sweaty curls. When he finally pulls away to talk to coach, he does so only after placing his helmet on your head and wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into him and turn the both of you around.
Coach looks far too serious, and far too angry, yet the words to escape are quite the opposite. "Good job boy, I'm not gonna punish you because the little bastard deserved it," The both of you laugh, coach cracking a small smile as you do. His face flips back to serious as his eyes narrow in on Shawn, saying, "But never pull that shit again Mendes, you know how it goes. You're lucky i'm only giving you a warning."
"Yes coach, gotcha." Shawn says solemnly, reaching out to shake the coaches hand firmly as almost a seal in their agreement.
The both of you turn, joining Geoff and Bella down on the other side of the box. Shes holding a bag of ice to his wrist, her legs thrown over his as the cuddle into one another. "Sprained?" Shawn asks, looking at his bruised wrist and wincing.
"Yup," Geoff smiles before patting Bella's leg as a signal for her to move. She does so, allowing Geoff to stand up, "Good thing it was my left wrist, so I can still do this." His hand joins Shawn's as the two of them do their patented 'bro hug.' "I'm proud of you man, you landed that punch like a bitch."
Shawn shrugs, playing it cool, "He deserved it, I feel a lot better now too."
The boys laugh, bidding one another goodbye. As they do so, you pull Bella in for a hug. "Is there any chance you can sleep over Shawn's tonight?"
You nod with a smile, "Of course, I think that was the plan anyways," You glance over to see Shawn gulping down the rest of his gatorade. "I'm just going to have to swing past ours to pick up some things and then I'll be gone."
She nods, hugging you once more, "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yup," You sigh. Tomorrow the two of you had a 7am class to attend, "Bright and early."
It was about an hour after you had arrived at Shawns, the both of you were now showered and cuddled into his bed watching a cooking show on Netflix. You had been binge watching it for about a week and half now, and were just able to convince him to watch it with you.
"She's gonna burn the cake," Shawn mutters, running his fingers through your wet hair. "I already know she's gonna burn the damn cake."
He was laying with his back against the back of the bed, you with your head on his lap laying on your side. He had been switching back and forth from running his fingers up and down your arm and playing with your hair. "Yeah, she's definitely gonna burn the cake."
The picture of a burnt cake pops onto the screen and Shawn sits up, "I knew it! Didn't I call it!"
You chuckle, sitting up after he has hit your head in the process of moving, "Yes, you did call it pretty boy."
He smiles smugly, pulling you back over to him, your head now resting on his collarbone as the show continues. The two of you sit like this for a little while longer, before he breaks the silence.
"Did you know that i'm like crazy into you?" Shawn says quietly, not moving a muscle as he does so.
You look up to see his eyes still plastered to the television as you reply, "Well i'm like crazy into you too."
He looks down now, a smile on his face as he hums in agreement, "I don't even know how to explain it, like," He pauses, pondering over his words. "Whenever I see you, I have the constant need to feel you." Your eyes widen at his statement, and he is quick to catch himself, "Not like that! Like, I just want to hold your hand or play with your hair or anything really."
You sit there a moment, it's now your turn to think of what to say. "Well I guess I'll admit something too then," His full attention is now on you, the burnt cake and pretty cupcakes long forgotten. "I really, really enjoy your company," You say dreamily, watching his face light up at your words. "I'm not even in this just because of the physical aspects or the bragging rights. I could spend the rest of my life talking to you, and never get bored or tired of you. It's insane."
He kisses your forehead, eyes moving back to look at the TV, "It is insane." You move your legs so their laying across his lap, and his other hand comes to run up and down your thigh. It's not in a sexual way, more in a comforting way. As he does this, his other hand plays with your hair as he hums a pretty melody. Big bad captain of the hockey team, Shawn Mendes was humming you to sleep, and just the thought of it was melting your heart a bit more. Slowly, but surely you fell asleep in the arms of your giant, personal teddy bear to the sound of his raspy voice and the clatter of pans as the cooking show continued, only one viewer now present.