Move Over

I gave him a glare and set the strap of my bag on my shoulder, "What do you want?" I demanded, he didn't have a right to be here. Or anywhere near me.

"To apologize, I was a dick" He gave me an award winning smile, I gave him a sarcastic smile, and raised my eyebrows at him.

"Really?," I nodded, "What lead you to that conclusion? Was it the concussion or....." I rolled my eyes, "But I guess I shouldn't have beat the shit out of you."

He sighed with relief, a beaming smile on his face. "Are we okay, now?" he asked, I shrugged. Did he actually think I wasn't going to hold a grudge against him?

"Maybe," I gave a small smile, advancing closer to him, "Just remember, you still haven't scored on me" My smile was replaced by a smirk as I stepped closer to him, centimeters between us.

"No need to be cocky," He blinked heavily, flashing his award winning smile. His green orbs were gleaming into mine.

"See you, Kaner" I sighed heavily, reaching out, patting his cheek lightly. He looked as if that made his night, my lips on his cheek. I rolled my eyes with a mentally giggle.

I sidestepped him, and exited the locker room with a superior smile showing through my frown. I made my way out of rink and towards the parking lot. I was trying to locate Tuukka's car when someone grabbed my hand. I wasn't surprised it was Tuukka. Once everyone was gone he couldn't seem to take his hands off of me.

"Hey, Babe" He greeted, pecking my lips quickly. He hovered for a second but, pulled away with a smile on his face.

"mmm....Hey, baby" I bite my lip, wrapping my arm around his waist as he pulled we along to his truck. His grip was strong on my waist as if if he let me go he'd lose me forever. I pressed my side into his, giving his waist a little reassuring squeeze. I never really got used to the fact he could call me babe or baby or even girlfriend. No matter how weird it was, I loved it when he did.

"You know, we haven't really had a normal date," Tuukka hummed, as we neared his truck. I shrugged, it was true- we hadn't really gone out.

"So," He continued, with a small grin on his face "What I'm trying to ask is.... will you go out with me?" I smiled in spite of his serious question. He was seriously thick if he thought I wouldn't say yes.

"I'd be delighted"

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When we pulled up to Seguin's, I was becoming very nervous. Seguin wasn't one to give up a battle for something he wanted; a puck, a raise, or even me. This was the first time I'd looked at him since he'd-
I rolled my eyes, and willed myself to open the truck door and jump out. I paused as I was about to shut it, looking at Tuukka. I hoped he couldn't see how mentally unprepared I was for this.

"Are you going to be okay?" Tuukka asked, concern lighting him up like a light bulb. I nodded, halfheartedly. I wasn't exactly sure if I was going to be okay. Or what Seguin was going to do.

"I'll be fine" I said, hoping he didn't sense the uneasiness of my tone. I quickly closed the door before he could suggest he should come with me and make things even more tense. I advanced towards the house, my sure footing leading my way up the steps and lips into the concrete.

I knocked on the door out of politeness, even though I had a key I felt bad about just barging in. I waited a few minutes, I could hear someone in the house so I had ruled out that he wasn't home. I was about to turn around, and leave when the door was whipped open and a blonde girl, maybe twenty or twenty-one was standing in place of where Seguin was supposed to be. She had all the signs, and I instantly felt bad for the girl; she'd be subdued by the one and only Seguin. Her hair was a mess, classic sex hair, her mini skirt, leggings and low cutting tank looked as if they had been put on in a rush, and her leggings had a large snag in them. I ripped my eyes away from her bulging cleavage to her baby blue eyes. She had a smirk on her face, sensing my gaze on her. I instantly felt dirty for even standing there.

"Yes?" She asked, her accent standing out like a sore thumb. Texas, maybe Tennessee- no doubt southern. She was faked and baked, bleached hair, implants maybe; I looked at her like she was pathetic and I quickly snapped myself out of pitying her. She had said yes to Seguin, it was her fault when he dumped her.

"Um" I paused, seeming to lose myself in the fact that she let Tyler into her panties, "Is Tyler here?" I finished, coming back into reality after a second.

"Why?" She demanded, not being friendly at all. I rolled my eyes, predictable. I pushed her gently out of the way but she jumped away from my touch. I walked past her, deeper into the house that was now so familiar.

"Hey, where are you going?" She shrieked, alarm evident in her voice.
I ignored her, trying to get the image of her sprawled out on the bed, with Tyler on top of her out of my mind. I countinued to the guest room, not wanting to look at Tyler at this moment. My stuff was already half packed up. Emmie probably wanted to help. I mentally thanked her.

"You know, there's such thing as being polite" Seguin scolded from behind me as I begun to reach into the closet packing up the reminiscences of my t-shirts and jeans. I shrugged, not turning around to look at him. I wouldn't be able to hold back the tears if I laid eyes on him.

"She was rude first, jackass. So sorry?" I snapped, seeing that anger was easier than sadness.

I could picture him rolling his eyes behind me, "Whatever, just hurry up, okay?" I heard him leave but it didn't matter, I didn't plan on responding anyways. I shoved the remainder of clothes into a duffel bag I'd previously sprawled on the bed.

It took me a few minutes to get everything arranged into the bags. I picked the 3 duffles up, carrying them out of the guest room, into the hall, down the stairs, and out the door. I tossed them into Tuukka's open truck-bed. Before I could get in, I was whipped around by strong arms and someone's lips smashed against mine.

My eyes snapped open, taking in his panicked face. Seguin.

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