Move Over

I couldn't ride with him, I decided, I'd just end up doing something.......stupid. I extended my head and waved for a cab, which didn't work up that well because, before one came, Tuukka was pushing my hand down.

"I don't like this anymore than you" He hissed. I was taken aback by his tone. It was snarky, and mean- like the first time we'd met, only he was hurt more than ever now. His accent was still the same, a little deeper than mine but still understandable.

Well, what did you expect? A small voice snapped in my head. You'd be pissed too.

"Fine" I shot back, following him to the truck. Only, it wasn't his truck. It was mine. I gasped and ran my hand over the black and white paint job. {Truck} I almost eeked, I was so excited.

"He kept it!" I squealed all girly and shit. I missed this god damn truck. I controlled my urge to jump up and down.

"Yeah, and he bought you an apartment too," he sighed and my eyes went wide,

"Not with his own money, right?" Tuukka gave me a look that said I was the stupidest stupid person in the whole of stupidville. I sighed mentally, why did it have to be him?

"Of course not, he deducted it from your first pay check" His tone was the same, hard as rock. I sighed. That voice was right, if my girlfriend picked herself up and left, I'd be pissed too. I probably wouldn't even talk to me.

"I want you to know, everyone hates you" He told me with a straight face, and my eyes narrowed in slits. I jammed the key in the ignition.

"And guess what, I hate you too," I hissed, "You and Seguin were the soul reason for me leaving." I put the truck in reverse and pulled out. Tuukka was silent the whole ride until he got a phone call. a weird song came on and he answered it.

"Hei, vauva" He smiled instantly, he was talking in Swedish. What he didn't know was I spoke Swedish {Hey, babe}

"Joo, on kuusi okei?" He asked, he was dating someone new? {Yeah, is six okay?} It could be just a friend. A pang of jealousy raced through my body like a freight train, tingling all my senses. I kicked the truck up to 135 mph.

"Hienoa! Nähdään sitten, kulta. rakastan sinua" He didn't seem to notice I was speeding as he hung up and my heart shattered, into a million pieces. I felt like crying, I felt like hitting him. I still loved him, and took so much to pick myself up and leave. I didn't look at another guy, they asked- hell Geno asked but, I said no because I was in love with this jackass the whole time.
{Great! I'll see you then, honey. love you.}

I shook my head, clearing the thoughts.I pulled up to the TD Garden and pushed the truck in park. I didn't wait for him to get out, I pulled my keys out, threw open my door and got out of there as quickly as I could.I put down the box, pulling out my goalie stuff.

"What are you doing?" Tuukka asked, leaning against the truck. I fucking hated that condescending tone of his, made me want to slap him.

"Why does it matter to you?" I snapped and shut the box.

"It......it doesn't" He rolled his eyes as I walked past him. I was not in the mood for his shit at all. I hated it, I hated him- I wanted him to leave me alone. I never wanted to speak to him again but, even if I hated him with all my heart- it broke my heart into millions of pieces to find out he was fucking someone else, and kissing someone else and touching some other girl. It really made me sick to my stomach.

When I got into the dressing room, not to my surprise at all, everyone was there. They all glared and I glared back. I got my stuff on except for my pads. I stepped on the ice and everything was so much better, my problems seemed to melt away. I did 360 laps, then 200 laps backwards. I knew no one would take shots on me so I worked on my stick handling skills, even though I'd probably would never need it. I did some ice push ups, I took some shots, worthless stuff that goalies don't need to know but I did anyway. It was around the 5th set of ice push ups when my phone lit up and played 'The Hockey Song', Flower's smiling face was flashing on the screen. I threw my blocker on the ice and answered it. I pulled myself up on the ledge of the bench.

"Hey, Flower" I greeted with a scowl on my face, I knew he could tell I was miserable but he still just chuckled.

"You sound happy" He said sarcastically, still letting his laughter die out slowly.

"They hate me" I stated, as if it should be a common known fact. He scoffed.

"No one can hate you, you're so lovable especially when you're starting fights" He said, sarcastically, and I smiled. After awhile I begun to laugh. I got bored easily and starting fights was exactly how I kept myself entertained.

"I want to come back to Pittsburgh" I whined while, he sighed.

"We want you back, too" He whispered, and that made me smile. Him trying to be secretive was as funny as him trying to be serious.

"Hold on a sec, Geno wants to talk to you" There was some noise on the other end as I silently waited.

"We play first game without you tonight" He sighed and I could feel him frowning through the phone.

"Now, Geno, You don't need me. You're the best on that team-" I was cut off by someone pushing me off the ledge and I fell to the ice. I let out a large yelp as my ass connected with the hard ice surface.

When I got back up, I was seeing red. I was about three seconds away from going physco on any bitch that ever talked to me ever. I snapped around and faced Seguin. Before, he could say anything, I punched him square in the jaw, and pushed him up to the boards by his jersey.

"What in the fuck was that for?" I shouted in his face, sending another punch towards his face. It was stopped midair.

Claude Julien glared me down, and I stood tall. It was his fault, if he would of just kept me in Pittsburgh for another season.......

"Let. Go. Of. Him." He spoke slowly, containing his anger. I rolled my eyes and slowly released his jersey. I looked him up and down, then scoffed. He wasn't worth my time.

I picked up my phone from the ice, dusting off the ice scrapings off the screen, "Sorry, I just had to punch a bitch" I rolled my eyes at Claude and Tyler. If Claude wasn't there I would've jumped on Seguin and beat the living daylights out of him.

"It okay, we have pregame warm up anyway," he sighed "Bye, love you" Geno sounded sad.

"You're the best forward on that team, the best team, you don't need me. Don't tell Crosby I said that forward thing, though- he might get offended" I smiled despite what just happened while he chuckled loudly.

"Thanks, Lightning, I see you" He said, as I heard yelling in the background- something that sounded like Flower asking who stole his blocker while Letang and Kunitz laughed.

"Damn straight you will" and with that we hung up.

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"I fly you in here and the first thing you do is punch Seguin?" Coach screamed, his voice seeming to shake the walls of his office.

"He pushed me off that fucking ledge" I countered. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure he did"

"He did," I mumbled, then groaned at the fact he didn't believe me. When have I lied? Other than that time I denied I filled Max Pacioretty's glove with water.

"Whatever" I continued to snap, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms across my chest. He was about to say something when someone stormed into his office.

"She punched Seguin?" Zdeno yelled and was clear he was seeing red like me a few minutes ago.

"Damn straight I did," i snapped at him, standing up. He towered over me, but, I wasn't scared of some Slovak.

"I'm tempted to punch you myself" His eyes narrowed at the mere sight of me. I rolled my eyes and looked at the coach.

"If that's all, I would like to go," I spat. Claude nodded and I pushed past Chara. It shouldn't have knocked him back a step but it did.

I opened the door and there stood Horton, Seguin, Rask, Bergeron, Lucic, Marchand, Hamilton and Ference crowding the way out. My eyes lowered to the ground, as I paused for a second. I left. They should just get over it, and ignore me.

"I know you hate me, I know you want me to go, so just fucking save it, okay" I snapped and pushed through them.Someone caught my arm and whipped me around, punching me in the jaw.

I barely blinked. It didn't hurt, I had learned a long time ago to block out the pain.

"I hope your proud of yourself" I said, my tone staying steadily even, even if I wanted to break down crying. I wrenched my arm from Marchand's grip and continued walking down the hallway.

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I walked into the quiet, cozy, apartment Claude had bought for me. I had felt bad, he didn't have to do that and I was being such a bitch but, Seguin did push me off and he deserved what he got. The one wall, facing out onto the street was brick with three large windows on the far side of each side of the wall. The two remaining walls were white, with a tan leather couch in the middle with a TV stand a few feet from where it sat. The kitchen was connected with a small island with a marble counter top. It had all the furnishings, with a stainless steal fridge, dish washer, and microwave. There obviously wasn't food in the fridge but, the thought still counts. The bedroom was connected from the living space with an oak door, I opened it and almost gasped. I paused in the doorway, the room was beautiful. It was a deep blue color with white fixtures. The bed was covered in light and feathery white sheets and blue spotted duvet. There was a wooden rocking chair in the corner with a blue blanket draped over it. The curtains, like the sheets, where a beach-y flow white and blew in the breeze as someone left the window open. It filled the air with the smell of Boston- sea breeze, and bakery bread.

I closed the door to the bedroom, wandering back over to the couch, and plopping myself down. I stretched my legs out, and wondered if I should call Emmie. I shook my head, deciding against it. She probably hated me along with everyone else in the goddamn town. I needed a drink, no I needed food.

I picked up my phone and noticed 3 missed calls from Tuukka and 4 from Emmie, 5 voice-mails.

I pressed my voice mail and listened. If this was what I thought it would be, it was just going to dampen my mood completely.

"Hiya, this is Emmie and i was just going to tell you to go fuck yourself," there was a pause and then Marchand came on. I couldn't wait to hear what he had to say, especially when he punched me just an hour and a half ago.

"Why don't you go back to-" I pressed 7 to delete, not needing to hear anymore than I did. The next one was from Tuukka, yup, this outta be the same thing.

"This is Tuukka's new girlfriend, yeah, stay away from him or else we'll have a problem" I almost choked, he ditched me for her? Well his taste is worst than me. Her voice was snarky, as if saying 'I'm better than you', which she probably was.

I pressed delete for the rest of them even before they started. I didn't need the negativity. I really needed some food now, or a drink......of vodka. I threw myself at the couch and dialed up some pizza place that i had seen under my door when i first got here.

I ordered a medium ham and cheese with a side of Vodka, i had found in the fridge. It was Smirnoff, full and had a note stuck to it.

'I thought you'd need something like this after the long day you had, sincerely, Bob' He must've seen what happened with Seguin. I thanked the lord for Bob, the goal-tending coach. My pizza came around eight and I ate the whole thing; then curled up on my couch and watched some reality TV.

It was around 11 pm when there was a knock on my door.I opened the door, just to slam it closed again. Marchand, Seguin, Chara, and Rask. I locked the 2 locks and slid down the door, not making one sound, even though I knew they knew I was here.

"We know you're in there" Marchand said, pounding his fist onto the door. No shit, Jackass, I opened the door. He slammed his fist on it one more time, and I really rethought only having two locks.

I responded, keeping my voice as steady as I could. "Good, then you know why I locked the fucking door now, leave" They just pounded on the door again. I crawled towards the couch, away from the door.

"Alek" It was Tuukka. I couldn't see him but, I kind of knew he was frowning.

"Go away" I mumbled from the couch, I knew he could hear it.

"No, not until you tell me the reason you left"

"You and Seguin." I answered and moved away from the couch towards my bedroom.

"You loved me, right?" he asked, that question stopped me dead in my tracks. My hand hovered above the bedroom door handle. It had taken me back to the time the only thing I thought about was Tuukka.

"I thought I did but, then again, I can always be replaced, isn't that right?"

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