"What do you mean you guess?" I asked holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder and starting to clean the kitchen.

"Arielle-- I'm not over you. I'm not gonna be over you anytime soon. I don't know what to tell you."

"Pat why can't you just be happy that I'm happy?" I huffed dropping the plates loudly in the sink. The water splashed out onto the floor.

"Because you're happy with someone else. It's fucking killing me Arielle."

"Patrick, I'm sorry but--"

"No. Don't fucking pity me. Just forget it. Don't talk to me, don't call me. I'm sick of being second to him. You're never going to care about me the way I care about you so just leave me alone."

"Pat, please don't do this--" He sniffled and took a deep breath.

"I'm done."

"Pat, you're my best friend." I cried. I could feel the tears piercing my eyes with a heat that was almost unbearable.

"That's just it" He nearly whimpered. "I want to be more. You don't. Don't come visit, dont text me. Ever" I heard the phone click and it felt like I had been gutted. I gasped for air as I leaned over the counter, bracing the edge. I slammed my phone into the counter and cracked the screen.

I was an emotional wreck. It was barely 10 am and I was on an emotional roller coaster. I needed to do something to get it all off my mind. All of this staying inside like a hermit was ruining me. I decided I'd take a nice hot bath then go to work.

~At the Practice Rink
Pascal's POV

Practice sucked. Sid didn't even look at me. I didn't have the nerve to utter a word. It just felt off. We had a little down time and were just standing in front of the bench waiting to practice our shootout shot. As much as we avoided each other, we ended up standing right next to each other.

"Sid--I'm sorry."

"Fuck you." He replied skating a few feet away.

"Sid listen to me. I fucked up." I said skating closer to him.

"Get the fuck out of my face, you piece of shit" He said facing me.

"Look. I'm sorry. I know it's not gonna be easy, but we-" The next thing I knew Sid checked me hard in the chest with his stick.

"Get away from me" he frowned. I can't believe he wouldn't even hear me out. I didn't even know what I was doing but I shoved him back. We got into a little scuffle and as soon as I knew it we were throwing fists. Be both got some pretty good hits in and I was sure I'd need an ice pack. It wasn't long before a few of the guys tore us apart.

"I love her. She's not just some fuck, okay. I fucking love her. You lost her months ago and you deserved to. You may be the best on the ice, but you're not the best for her." I screamed as TK pushed me back.

Coach Bylsma summoned us to his office a few minutes later. We sat down, but scooted our chairs apart.

"What the hell was that?" He asked glaring at us both.

"He fucked my girlfriend" Sid yelled.

"You're supposed to set an example for the rest of the team" He said sternly.

"Yeah well how would you feel if he fucked your wife?" He replied. Bylsma grimaced for a second.

"That's what I thought."

"Look, I'm sorry I hurt you, but I'm not sorry for what I did. You're the one who called her a 'puck slut' and a 'gold digger' how much can you really say you care about her. She's stood by your side through concussions, losing streaks, and all you're neurotic, OCD shit. What have you done for her? You were right, I'd give up my family for her, but you aren't willing to do shit. She doesn't feel the same way about me and I get that, but I also need her to know that someone is always thinking about her. That's why I still call and text her. You don't own her and she's never complained about talking to me before. Why is it when things don't go you're way you have to humiliate someone to make yourself feel better. Arielle, me, now the guys think I'm some dirtbag when I'm not." I explained angrily. Dan and Sid were silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry." He said. "You're right. I don't deserve her, but I want to be with her." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He really looked upset.

"She's not going to leave you for me, so I don't see why you're worried." I said crossing my arms.

"It just hurts man." he said looking at me.

"I'm sorry." I said. Sid stood and I followed. He gave me an awkward slap on the back and walked out of the room.

Dan looked at me puzzled and headed back down to the ice. I was in the clear, for now. I still haven't told Carole-Lyne yet.

~After Practice
Sidney's POV

What Duper said really hit home. Arielle gave up so much to be with me. I insisted that she skip work countless days to come to our practices, the occasional road trip, and even stay home. She didn't work one day when I had a concussion. She stayed with me, constant. She cooked, made sure I got plenty of rest, and kept me entertained. She was the only light amongst the darkness of my life. She was the only thing keeping me from being severely depressed and I haven't done anything for her. I tried to be so good, no, so perfect at everything, but I never realized there was something I was terrible at: being a good boyfriend.

When I got home it was quiet and empty. Arielle's car was in the driveway so I knew she was home. I called for her but she was no where to be found. I went upstairs and heard the water in the bathroom running.

When I walked in Arielle was laying in the tub with her eyes closed, peacefully.

"Hey beautiful" I smiled sitting on the edge of bathtub. Her eyes opened and she scanned up my body.

"Hey Sidney. How was practice?"

"Good." I leaned over the tub and kissed her with everything I had. When I pulled back she gasped for air. Our eyes were locked for a moment before I started to drain the water from the tub. I massaged her shoulders and kissed her forehead and before we knew it the bath was empty. I helped her stand before grabbing her pink towel and wrapping it around her. She didn't say anything, but she looked at me a little confused. I dried her gently and picked her up in the towel and walked out to my bed.

I set her down gently and unwrapped the towel like a present.

Arielle's POV

My head was spinning. I was tired, achy, and upset, but one kiss from Sidney could change all that. Damn his smile could change all that and boy was he smiling. He picked me up so easily and I couldn't help but wonder where all this lovey-dovey stuff came from.

"Arielle" He said softly, gently feeling up my body.

"Yes?"

"Why are you with me?" he asked. I couldn't help, but chuckle.

"What do you mean?"

"You do a lot for me and well--I don't do so much for you. Why haven't you left me for Pascal or Pat yet. They both would do anything for you. I'm not saying I wouldn't, but I haven't really shown it much."

"We'll I love you. When you love someone, thinking about what they would and wouldn't do for you doesn't really cross your mind. I know you love me. You don't have to shout it from the rooftops or anything." she said holding my cheek gently.

"Thank you. I needed to hear that." He said before attacking my neck with his lips.