She Is Love
It's Not Right
Steph's POV
I looked straight at him, both of us not breaking contact. We stood that way for what felt like forever when he broke the silence.
"Stephanie..? Wow. Feels like, forever. How have you been?" He asked fairly quietly.
"Good. I've been... Good. Um...you?" I stammered. He looked down and just nodded his head. But before I could manage to say anything more, we were interrupted.
"Sid? Come on man, we gotta go, games 'bout to start in 5, man!" We both turned to look. It was Eric Staal.
Sid replied "Yeah, man, coming. Just a sec." He turned back to me. "Well I gotta go. Tell Alex I said good luck." He said rather sternly, and pushed past me, heading to where Eric was standing. I turned to look at him walk away, and with a sigh headed back to get my phone.
Sidney's POV
I sat hunched forward on the team bench. It was the second period, and felt like it had been 8 hours. The score was tied. I watched as Shea Weber skated back onto the bench, exhausted. I turned and looked at Mike. "Coach?" I was dying to get back out on the ice. Coach nodded, and I swung over the side and skated onto the ice, heading towards Couture, to get a game plan going. I got a hold of the puck, and began skating towards the net, pushing Geno out of the way. "Sorry buddy, but NOT TODAY!" I yelled as Geno lost his balance. I got up close to goal, just as Ovechkin wrestled me for the puck, but I shot the puck over to St. Louis, who after a beat sent it back to me on the opposing side, as I wrestled Ovi out of the way and sent the puck flying into the net. But before I could celebrate the 3-2 score, I felt a shove from behind, and turned to see Alex.
"Dude, what the fuck was that Sidney? That was MY puck!" He shoved me again, this time sending me down onto the ice. I got up and grabbed his jersey.
"Alex, what the hell is wrong with you man? Your losing it." I collected myself and turned to walk towards the bench.
"Sid your a fucking pussy. Always have been, always FUCKING WILL!" He yelled from behind. That's it......
I turned and lunged at him, sending both of us down onto the ice. I ripped off his helmet and punched him, hard. He grabbed me by my jersey and slammed me down face first onto the ice and all I felt was a numbing, stinging pain in the back of my neck, something warm, and wet dripping down the side of my face. My vision blurred as I saw my teammates pulling Alex off me, and Toews leaning down by my face, yelling for medics. I tried to move, but couldn't. I began to feel like it was harder to breathe. Then everything went black.
I looked straight at him, both of us not breaking contact. We stood that way for what felt like forever when he broke the silence.
"Stephanie..? Wow. Feels like, forever. How have you been?" He asked fairly quietly.
"Good. I've been... Good. Um...you?" I stammered. He looked down and just nodded his head. But before I could manage to say anything more, we were interrupted.
"Sid? Come on man, we gotta go, games 'bout to start in 5, man!" We both turned to look. It was Eric Staal.
Sid replied "Yeah, man, coming. Just a sec." He turned back to me. "Well I gotta go. Tell Alex I said good luck." He said rather sternly, and pushed past me, heading to where Eric was standing. I turned to look at him walk away, and with a sigh headed back to get my phone.
Sidney's POV
I sat hunched forward on the team bench. It was the second period, and felt like it had been 8 hours. The score was tied. I watched as Shea Weber skated back onto the bench, exhausted. I turned and looked at Mike. "Coach?" I was dying to get back out on the ice. Coach nodded, and I swung over the side and skated onto the ice, heading towards Couture, to get a game plan going. I got a hold of the puck, and began skating towards the net, pushing Geno out of the way. "Sorry buddy, but NOT TODAY!" I yelled as Geno lost his balance. I got up close to goal, just as Ovechkin wrestled me for the puck, but I shot the puck over to St. Louis, who after a beat sent it back to me on the opposing side, as I wrestled Ovi out of the way and sent the puck flying into the net. But before I could celebrate the 3-2 score, I felt a shove from behind, and turned to see Alex.
"Dude, what the fuck was that Sidney? That was MY puck!" He shoved me again, this time sending me down onto the ice. I got up and grabbed his jersey.
"Alex, what the hell is wrong with you man? Your losing it." I collected myself and turned to walk towards the bench.
"Sid your a fucking pussy. Always have been, always FUCKING WILL!" He yelled from behind. That's it......
I turned and lunged at him, sending both of us down onto the ice. I ripped off his helmet and punched him, hard. He grabbed me by my jersey and slammed me down face first onto the ice and all I felt was a numbing, stinging pain in the back of my neck, something warm, and wet dripping down the side of my face. My vision blurred as I saw my teammates pulling Alex off me, and Toews leaning down by my face, yelling for medics. I tried to move, but couldn't. I began to feel like it was harder to breathe. Then everything went black.
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6/4/14