"Max!" I gasp and engulf him into my arms. He sits down next to me and hugs me, moving his hand up and down my back.
"What's wrong? Alex seemed pretty worried about you." He asks me and the tears continue to flow down my cheeks.
"A f-fan was flirting with Carey-y and I'm pretty sure he was flirting back, then he looked her up and down, a-and I just don't-t know what do to." I sob into his chest.
"Well... Did you talk to him about it?" He asks me and I shake my head. "Why not?"
"It was too m-much at the time. I don't feel like talking to him now."
"You won't know the truth until you talk to him, so why don't you go talk to him now?" I lean up, off of his chest and try to fix my makeup, which is all over my face.
"I think I should wait until after the game, I don't want to scare him away." I laugh, referencing my messed up face. He laughs and shakes his head.
"No, I don't think you would." He says and I look at him confused.
"Why do you think that?" I ask him.
"He really loves you, you know."
"Really?" I'm shocked. If he loves me as much as Max tells me he does, why would he do something that would hurt me?
"Yeah, he never stops talking about you. It's actually quite annoying. But... now that I think about it, you're all that we ever really talk about." He laughs.
"Wow. I never thought Carey talked about me to anyone." I admit and his eyes widen.
"Really? Well, he does. All the time." He tells me and I smile. Maybe Carey does truly love me and I just took the whole situation the wrong way.
"Let's go, guys!" I hear someone yell from behind me, telling the guys to get on the ice.
"Talk to him." Max orders before he gets off the bench and follows the rest of his teammates onto the ice.
I leave the locker room and find my seat in the arena, waiting for the game to start.
~
The Canadiens ended up losing 5-2. I don't really know what happened during the game, because I couldn't focus on anything but Carey.
I feel bad for running away from him and not giving him a chance to explain himself, so I decide to meet him down by the locker room.
I wait in the hallway, anxious to see him. It's been hours since I've seen him, and I miss him so much.
I look down at my feet, patiently waiting for him. Before I can look up and try to find him, someone grabs my waist and presses my back up against the wall.
I gasp, but as soon as I see it's Carey, relief floods through my body.
"Carey, what are you doing?" I ask him.
"Something that I should have done before the game." He says and presses his lips onto mine.
He pushes me into the wall, his lips becoming more aggressive against mine. My hands go straight to his hair, running my fingers through it.
He separates from me, leaning his forehead against mine. We smile at one another, both of us out of breath.
"I wouldn't ever leave you, (Y/N). I can't believe you could ever think that I would. You mean too much to me, and I truly can't live without you in my life. What happened earlier meant completely nothing. She was some random fan who will never replace you. No one could replace you."
I almost feel as if tears could fall again, but they don't.
"I believe you. I'm sorry for not letting you explain, I just got so upset I-"
"You had every right to be mad. I don't blame you. Let's just forget that this ever happened." He suggests and I nod. He places a gentle kiss on my forehead and takes my hands into his, interlacing his fingers with mine.
"Can we go home, now?"
He nods and we walk to the door that leads outside. Carey wraps an arm around my waist and leads me to the car.
