Prove Me Wrong.

'Kieran's POV'

Friday ended, and Saturday afternoon rolled around I would be spending my evening at the AAC watching the Stars play and my night "letting loose" as Tyler had described it. After cleaning up my apartment from my week with Marshall I ate an early dinner before getting dressed for the game and picking out my outfit for the club. I was thankful Tyler had gotten a cab to pick us up at the complex tonight because there was no way I was getting dressed on the way to the club or in a bathroom at the AAC.

For today's game I decided against wearing a jersey settling on a pair of black skinny jeans and a Stars baseball tee, a black Stars hat covered my wavy hair, and black Vans were on my feet. Dressing myself for the game was way easier than picking out club clothes. After staring into my closet for 20 minutes I found it, a black 3/4 length sleeve dress with a sheer top and see through section across the middle, a gold zipper ran down the back. I paired the short dress with black booties that had a gold heel, and a set of gold bangle bracelets. I haven't worn this dress since the last Frat formal I had went to with the ex who shall remain nameless, but none the less this dress still made me look and feel good about the body I had worked hard for.

The game ended in a shootout with the Stars losing in the end. With a tough loss like that I had a feeling the guys were going to be pissed off and want to drown their sorrows. Instead of going to the family room to meet Tyler I left the AAC to get ready for the night. I shot Tyler a text as I walked to my maroon Jeep Wrangler.

*First shots on me, don't beat yourself up Ty. Come over when you're ready -K*

'Tyler's POV'

Jamie and I left the AAC after dealing with the ever nagging media, I saw Kieran's message and was pumped that she was excited for tonight. Both of us already in nice clothes Jamie and I decided to give Kier some time to get ready before barging into her place, pre-gaming with a well-deserved beer. After downing our bottles and making sure that we both looked "club ready" I locked the door to my place and walked into Kieran's. She had 10 minutes until the cab would be here to pick us all up.

'Jamie's POV'

Walking into Kieran's apartment music was blaring, I looked around the room and the place looked a lot like Tyler's only decorated in brighter colors. Tyler looked around before yelling for her, "K, you almost done?" he asked. Before he got an answer we heard heels clicking on the hardwood floor, I looked over to the doorway and felt the air hitch in my chest, my eyes widened as they took in the sight in front of them. She looked like a model, the heels she was wearing making her almost taller than me, her short black dress contrasting with her fair skin making her legs look like they went on for miles. Her hair pulled into a messy bun, red lipstick swept over her perfect pout, everything about this girl drove me wild.

Looking away from Kieran as she entered the living room, walking in her heels like they were nothing. She walked straight up to Tyler and grabbed his tie, in any other situation you would have thought they were going to kiss but I knew better with those two. She undid the tie completely and redid it in a swift motion, "One day you'll be able to do this the right way Seggy" she spoke with a giggle. Tyler flattened the tie over his shirt and shrugged at her "Yeah, but it's just easier to have you do it." She smiled and walked over to the stereo in the living room and unplugged her iPhone from the dock, sliding it into a small wristlet. "You ready now?" Tyler asked as she stood in front of us, "Shut up, you normally take longer than me. Let's go!" Kieran said shoving Tyler's shoulder in the process.

'Kieran's POV'

I could feel Jamie's eyes all over me tonight and I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the dress I was wearing. But I couldn’t be mad at him because in all honesty I had been taking in the sight of him in the sleek black and white suit he was wearing tonight. Just because Tyler wasn’t my type didn’t mean I couldn’t find other hockey players attractive.

A few beers in an a shot of Fireball later I found myself on the dance floor with Cody Eakin, if one ginger was trouble then two were sure to raise some hell. Cody was fun and cute no doubt but he was timid around me not dancing too close and keeping his hands just at my hips. Swaying to a song he leaned his head down and spoke loud enough I could hear him over the music, "Trust me Kier it’s not that I don’t want to dance with you, but if you haven't noticed Jamie's kind of giving me the death glare every time I get too close."

I looked up into his blue eyes and furrowed my eyebrows, trying to play it off that I didn't know "What? No he's not." I said questioning him, Cody nodded his head towards the VIP area and I could see Jamie standing next to a few of the other players his eyes scanning the dance floor landing back on Cody and I. When he met my gaze he quickly looked away like he had been busted. The song finished and we went back upstairs, I got another drink and sat down at one of the tables pulling out my phone and scrolling through Twitter.

A beer and a half later the chair across from me moved and Jamie sat down, I looked up from my phone and pressed the bottle to my lips. Every part of me wanted to ask him what his problem was, but I knew deep down what it was, and part of me was feeling it too. "Give up already?" he as I scrolled through Instagram for the hundredth time, "Well I lost my dancing buddy," I looked up into his big brown eyes, "Somebody scared him off." He blushed and ran his hand through his black hair, I gave him a small smile "And these heels are killing me," I said lifting my leg up "I'm more of a Vans kinda girl."

Breaking through the ice with Jamie came in spurts, sometimes it was easy and we could talk about anything other times one of us would just get lost in a daze. I knew what I was thinking about, and had a feeling I knew where his head was too. When 3 am rolled around Jamie and I dragged Tyler out of the club and into a cab, I wanted nothing more than to throw him into his bed and crawl into my own at his point. Letting loose really did a number on me, or maybe it was just Jamie Benn.

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