A New Leaf

"How was your first day at work?" Erin asked, as I got into her red Toyota.

"Pretty good. You'd be totally jealous of the Doctors huge Leafs shrine." I laughed, remembering Dr. Williams' office. "Actually, you'd be really jealous of this doctor in general, she's the doctor for the leafs"

Erin's jaw dropped and slammed on the breaks before she pulled over to the side of the road. "You mean you get to see players like, I don't know, Joffrey Lupul, flex his muscles for you?"

I looked out at the at the cars whipping by us. Erin was a huge Lupul fan, but I didn't know it was enough for her to almost kill us in traffic. "Yeah I guess, but not just him like plenty of other athletes come in all day." I said, shaking her off a bit. For some reason athletes didn't seem to phase me, in fact, I barely remembered the ones I saw today. They were all just normal people that needed help, and I wanted to be there to give it to them.

The rest of the car ride was relatively silent, except for when The Whip, by Locksley came on the radio, and Erin began to jam out, once again, almost killing us in traffic. And after what seemed like hours, due to Erin's homicidal driving, we were back to the dorms once again.

Erin had decided to move her bed into my cramped room, as if living across the hall was too far away. But I didn't mind the company, in fact, it took my mind of the constant loneliness I've felt for the past few years after breaking up with Jonathan and living alone.

As soon as I walked into my room, I threw my purse on the floor and flopped onto my bed.

"I am so done for today." I announced. Being a "doctor" really took a lot out of you, being on your feet all day and stressing your muscles and joints to help others heal theirs.

"Done?" Erin looked at me confused, "the nights just getting started. It's spring break, Mila. We're going out tonight and meeting boys and getting drunk." She walked into the kitchenette, with a sass to her stride.

I cringed at the thought. Getting drunk and meeting boys was my past life. Sure I'd like a relationship, but I definitely was not in the mood to have a one night stand, or have someone like me for my drunk self. I finally had my life together and I was finally just Mila.

"Look Erin, I'm really tired and plus I haven't even eaten since breakfast" I complained.

Erin poked her head out from the kitchen, "problem solved. There's coffee brewing and I just cooked you a beautiful microwaveable pasta. Now get your ass over to this table. We're going out tonight." Informing Erin about past Mila was not something I wanted to do, so I agreed, ate, and made sure I had more than enough coffee to sustain me for the night. At least work didn't start until 11, plenty of time for Mila to keep me out at night and still allow me to get some sleep.

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"I don't know about it. I feel like a hooker." I frowned, looking in the mirror at the navy tube dress Erin convinced me to put on. "It's way too short, and I don't want to look easy. Plus, these heels? I'm going to kill myself."

"Shut up, you look great now sit down so I can do your hair." Erin was already dressed with her hair and makeup done. She was a natural beauty, and was wearing a pair of black shorts and black shimmery top that showed off her long legs. I was totally jealous of her. I was short and average looking, and needed heels to even get close to Erin's height.

Erin decided to straighten my blonde hair, which was already pretty straight to begin with, and then we were out the door and on our way to a night club in toronto that Erin really wanted to go to. I wasn't much for clubs, but she claims that this one 'has the hottest boys'. Guys weren't really on my mind, but at least I could take a break from school and life, and hopefully enjoy myself tonight.

As we pulled up to the club, I could already hear the music blasting and we were still on the street, the club was probably loud as hell. I wanted to be deaf for the rest of my life anyways, no big deal. I walked up to the entrance hesitantly, feeling the familiar rush I used to get when I would go to clubs before. I began to hesitate. I couldn't do this, I didn't want to go back to my old life of partying and sleeping around. This was only one night but who knows what could happen.

"Oh come on Mila, get your ass in." Erin grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the club, where the music immediately began to fill my brain. I was feeling dizzy already, but followed Erin up to the bar, where she proceeded to order some obscure cocktail for the both of us.

We sat for a bit at a booth in the back of the room. Erin and I made small talk, while she scanned the room for a potential hookup. I on the other hand was more focused on the drink she got me, not letting my eyes wander. Tonight was not a night to meet guys. I was just out to have a good time with my friend, I tried to remind myself.

"HOTTY SIX OCLOCK." Erin yelled at me, "GET UP WE'RE DANCING"

Erin once again grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me. Before I knew it I was in a crowd of people and I lost Erin. Lights were flashing all around me and I couldn't see where she went. After scanning for a while I noticed she was with 'HOTTY at six o'clock', and I didn't want to get in the way of that, so I stayed in the crowd of people, dancing around slowly, and pushing off men who tried to grind on me.

Suddenly I felt someone grab my shoulder, and turned around, slightly relieved, to see the hockey player who was in the clinic this morning.

"Hey... Uhh." I said, awkwardly trying to remember his name.

"Tyler" he said with a smile. " you look out of place, wanna grab a seat?" He motioned to the empty booth where Erin and I were sitting before.

"Sure I guess." I tugged at the hem of my dress, trying to make it cover my thighs more, as I was suddenly feeling super self-concious.

"Cool. I'll be over in a sec." Tyler said, before disappearing to the bar, and ordering a couple drinks for us.

I sat at the booth, for a few minutes before Tyler appeared. He sat down and placed yet another strange cocktail in front of me.

"I'm out with the team, but I'm not really feeling the whole clubbing scene tonight I guess." I noticed he was wearing a grey collared shirt, which he rolled perfectly to show off his excellent arm muscles. When he noticed I was staring at his arms he smirked a little. Snap out of it. Tonight's not about meeting guys and hooking up.

"Either you're admiring my huge muscles, or docs planning her next session. Couldn't be sure." He joked.

"Watch yourself, Bozak, I can play a big part in whether or not you make it back onto the ice." I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oooooh sassy." He teased. "No, but really, I'd be flattered if a beautiful girl like you were to be checking out a guy like me." THAT WAS DEFINITELY FLIRTING. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

"Beautiful?" I squeaked out. I don't remember the last time I was called beautiful. Hot by plenty of guys, but never beautiful. I kind of like it. I looked into his deep brown eyes, looking to see if he was genuine.

"Sure!" He said with a toothy grin, resting his chin in his hands, with his elbows propped up on the table.

Before I could say anything else, I heard a group of guys calling him "BOZ, WE'RE HEADIN' OUT. LETS GO ROOKIE"

"That's the team. Hey what was your name again?" Tyler asked.

"M-Mila" I stuttered.

Before walking away with the guys he was with, Tyler scribbled out a number and quickly slipped it over to me.

"Text me or something." He smiled before quickly walking out with his friends.

I put the paper in my purse and forgot about it for the rest of the night. I wasn't in the mood for a relationship, nor was I in the mood for one with a hockey player. I was fooled by the type, far too many times. They were all the same, trying to hook up with girls, and then dumping them as fast as they hooked up.

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