The Chance

07 || The Fall

Die For You - The Weeknd & Ariana Grande

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Evie

There are two types of people I know when it comes to sports.

The ones who will sit down and complain at any minor inconvenience or pain.

And the ones who refuse to sit down and play through it.

I'm one of the people to play through it. If I can still walk, I can still play, simple as that.

Even if it's quite uncomfortable, I consider limping, walking because I'm not sitting out of practice for a minor bruise. Yes, it hurt like hell the other day, but I'm fine now.

I took a few Advil before practice and slipped on my skates without a problem. I feel a little bad about not telling anyone-or just Braden-about what happened, but one person is enough.

Alex was the one person who shouldn't have been there. It was the wrong place at the wrong time and I wish he would just cut this nice guy act out.

He's pretending to care about me and I don't trust him because there's no way a guy like him wouldn't be a complete douche. They all are.

And I can state that as a fact from my two prior boyfriends.

Asshole #1 was from my junior year of highschool and he didn't have a clue about finding his way around a woman. He talked the talk but tripped and fell flat on his stupid fucking face, like he deserved to.

I won't call boy #2 an asshole, but we didn't exactly click. We were more or less there for attention, only finding comfort in quick hookups. Don't get me wrong, Shaun Martin is one attractive guy.

Tall, muscular, and a wide receiver on the football team. What girl wouldn't find a guy like that hot?

We never put a label on it, but we were strictly seeing each other for a few months in my freshman year at Cypress. He was stressed, so was I, and we were fine with that while it lasted.

But eventually my stress eased and his didn't. I broke it off when I felt like I was wasting my time on something that probably wasn't going to last.

The only reason I consider him a complete dickhead now is because after I ended it, he started sleeping around because of his reputation as an athlete.

I'd hate to say it was out of spite, but it was petty. He wasn't like that when I met him but now all I hear is that he's out with another girl and getting ejected from games.

I never knew he had a temper.

But I guess I never really knew him at all.

I push the thought of boys aside, realizing they're all a disappointment to me and focus on finding my balance on the ice.

We only had an hour and a half today because the arena faculty needed to check the ice after us. Not for the figure skaters, but in preparation for the hockey season.

Goddamn hockey season.

It's like the most treasured sport on this goddamn campus. Sure it can be entertaining, but watching grown men check each other and skate around like dogs for a small piece of rubber ticks something off in my brain.

I'll only stay if a fight breaks out. Men who know how to fight are hot.

Ok, enough about boys Evie. Focus.

I'm focused.

I take in a breath and shake my head, removing any thought of the male species for good.