One Shots, Imagines and Smut

“Cut it out. Stop acting like this is my fault. You knew what you were getting into, long before we started dating.”

Surprisingly, this wasn't Andre speaking. It was me. He had been up my ass for a week now. Ignoring may calls and when we did talk he would be shady. Trust me, if you saw this you would be upset too. It was insane, I was taking my Bachelor of Science in sports management at Texas A&M. Andre Burakovsky was a hockey player. During the hockey season our relationship blossomed and we had become boyfriend and girlfriend. And then the off season came around and I was taking spring classes, hoping to graduate early and start my career.

He knew what it meant to be young in sports management. It was everything to me. He supported me, however, only when he was busy too. He was very, very, very clingy, And I mean normally I would be okay with it, because I am too! This wasn’t what I needed right now though. I was right in the middle of my 13 week internship and I couldn't get away from work for the weekend to go see him. I didn't understand why he couldn't just come here but I wasn't going to humour him. If he couldn't see that for himself then I completely understood where the relationship needed to go… no where.

“Chastidy, you didn't need to take…..”

“Nuh. Uh. Not today. If you want to fight, go to the gym. I’m sure you'll burn off some energy that way. Goodbye Andre, call me when you’re no longer a jackass”

And then I hung up and left for work.

The weekend came around and I was swamped with paper work. Curled up in my pyjamas with a glass of pink moscato to my left and leftover pizza on my right. I had the Bachelorette on and my work quota for the day was almost done. I heard a slight knock on the door before it was gone. It was strange but I didn't think of anything of it because it might have been on someone else door.

And then I got a text but I ignored it because I had to get those papers done. Andre had been ignoring me all week, so if it was him then it would have been no big deal if I put him off just a little bit myself. Then my phone rang and I knew it was him because of the ring tone. I groaned and picked up.

“If I were to surprise you this weekend, would it make up for me being an ass this week?”

“Andre…”

“Chas, open the door.”

Walking across my living room and to the door I opened it and 4 bouquets of roses were waiting for me. Holding the phone back to my ear asked him what they were for.

“Baby girl they're for you. One for every week I have refused to be a man and come see you. Im sorry and I can't believe what a dick I've been to you.”

“And where are you right now hmm? Couldn't make it out because you're busy??”

I saw him now though, he was standing there with another bunch of flowers but this time daisies. He was smiling ear to ear and I hung up the phone and stepping towards him. I grabbed the daisies from him and wrapped an arm around his neck leaning into him. He put his two big hands on my hips and pressed his lips to mine whispering: “I’m Sorry”

“Burakovsky, you are so lucky I like you.”

But that wasn't true. I had been mad at him all week, and he was right, he was a dick. And I didn't appreciate how much he just disregarded my goals and my plans to reach it. But I couldn't stop thinking about him, and now this. This was a lot to take in and it reassured my feelings that I loved him. However, I couldn't get over how bad he had made me feel all week. I was conflicted.

If he wasn’t going to support me and understand that both of us are going to have to make sacrifices then I couldn't tell him I loved him.

“Chastidy, there are no worse to describe how sorry I am. I am so proud of you and what you have achieved. I am amazed about where you're going in life and I want to be there with you for the ride. I’ve decided to train here in Texas this summer just so I can be closer to you and I wanted to tell you that I…”

“I love you Andre” I blurted out.

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