Heart Like Yours \\ M. Lucic

Chapter 28

Dedicated to MrsPatrickKane88 who has been one of my biggest supporters with Dakolan
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Why do I even love you? You're an asshole. An absolute asshole. You're cocky as anything. Sometimes I swear everything you do is to annoy me, I thought angrily. But you're home. You're my home. You always will be. I'm 100%, completely, irrevocably, in love with you. I wish I weren't, on account that you're a pain in my ass. You're so frustrating to be around. So, so frustrating. But on the other hand, every time I hear your name I smile. Every time I hear your voice I smile. It could have absolutely nothing to do with you, but if I hear something that reminds me of you, I smile. You're this cocky, arrogant, slightly pushy, absolutely obnoxious asshole that I love more than anything. And I can't help it.

"FUCK!" I shouted. I just wanted him. I slowly rose to my feet and shakily walked around the building. Walk. Just walk. And breathe. I scanned the parking lot and picked out everyone's cars. Except Johnny's. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He was probably sick. I took a deep breath before re-entering Ristucci Arena. I went the same way as before, this time not sprinting out of the building sobbing. I made my way to the rink. The boys were skating. I took another deep breath and made my way into the locker room. I went in, and it was virtually empty.

"You can't be in here!" someone called. I turned to see John Whitesides. "Oh, hey, Dakota."

"Hey, John. How're they looking?" I asked in an even voice. I couldn't keep my eyes from wandering to Milan's locker. I felt a stake go through my heart as I realized he still had a picture of us up.

Jesus Christ, Dax, I thought, it's been a fucking night. It hasn't even been 12 hours.

"They're looking good. Have you noticed anything?" John asked. I shook my head, then paused.

"Looch started smoking again," I told him. John grunted.

"I'll talk to him about it. Dumbass."

"You're telling me," I sighed. Then John's phone rang, and he left. I looked around, my eyes making their way to Johnny's cubby. A picture of his wife was there. I smiled. I sat down in front of Milan's cubby and stared at his jersey. I took the bottom of the sweater in my hand and rubbed it between my index finger and my thumb. I cringed, thinking of all the nights I had stolen this very sweater. All the nights I had wrapped it around myself, him laughing at me. I thought of all the nights that I had buried my head in his burly chest, all the nights his warm breath tickled my ear. I hadn't realized that I was inadvertently crying.

"Dakota?" a voice asked. I turned to see Johnny. His bright blue eyes were clouded with concern. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, me? Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, wiping away the silent tears with the back of my sweatshirt sleeves.

"Dax, don't lie to me," Johnny furrowed his light eyebrows.

"Well, you know last night some of us went clubbing?" I asked, a lump rising in my throat. I felt the tears well up again.

"Yeah. Heard some shit went down; what happened?" he asked. I let out a small whimper.

"Milan...well, long story short, Milan and I broke up."

"And you're here? What the hell, Dax! Why didn't you take a day? You can't do this to yourself," he sighed, running a hand through his light brown hair.

"I'm fine," I insisted. He shook his head and dropped his bag at his cubby.

"We're talking about this after practice. I'm gonna fucking kill him," Johnny swore, clenching his teeth. He kissed my head.