Tyler gawked at my chest in disbelief. "You're a Bruins' fan?"
"Yep. I'm flying home to Boston. You saw I was a hockey fan." I paused for a moment. "You're dumber than I thought if you hadn't put two and two, er one and one together just saying," I said, while brushed a stray piece of hair out of my face.
Tyler looked down at his phone. "Ahh, I see. Something tells me you didn't start loving Dallas after I left Boston?" His eyes finding interest in some social media app.
At least you could make eye contact with me. Afraid of a girl not loving you Mr. Seguin? I smiled at my thoughts.
"No. Although upsetting, it was a good choice. We're paying for it now though."
"That you are. Since you're big on assuming things Ms. Dawson, I'm going to go out on a limb here and ask you what's your major?" He gave me another annoying smile, as if he had figured out my game.
"Ahh. Very nice assumption Mr. Seguin, and communications, sports journalism to be specific."
He rolled his eyes. "Hoping to become a journalist for the Bruins?"
That question set me off in a fit of giggles. "No wa- way." I fought out through laughing. "Going home isn't very fun."
"Oh. I'm sorry." He sounded sincere in his apology.
We were interrupted by the flight attendant calling for all first class passengers. I had expected Tyler to stand up, instead he rolled his eyes overdramatically and lowly mumbled what sounded like "stupid last minute flight."
"Aw did Mr. Hotshot not get his first class seat? Don't you have a private jet anyways?" I teased him, loving that he was taking my backlash.
"No. I booked this flight an hour ago. A sports radio station in Boston wanted to do some last minute meet and greet interview thing. I can't imagine who's going to come anyways."
"All those little teenaged girls who know nothing about hockey and think you're hot?" I asked.
"Ah so you think I'm hot?" He challenged, raising an eyebrow at me.
Yes yes yes! My subconscious screamed. Damn it, Alexandra Faith. Tell him he's hot!!
"You're not horrible, but I've definitely seen better." I admitted. "And hey! I'm not a little teenaged girl!"
He laughed at my exclamation making me feel at ease. "How old are you anyways Alexandra?"
"Alex please. Only my mother calls me Alexandra," I objected. "I'm nineteen. I'll be twenty in July."
"Okay, Alex it is then, and you're legal." He gave me a look of lust that turned me on and made me want to walk away all at the same time.
"Ew. I'm not hooking up with you." I crinkled my nose in disgust, playing along with the act I had started.
"That's what they all say."
Thankfully, the flight attendant called my row and we both stood up, mirroring looks of confusion.
"Stalking me now?" I asked, unsure of what he was doing.
"No. I'm going to my seat. Are you stalking me?"
"Nope, I'm doing the same." I gazed down warily at my ticket and then to his. "You've got to be kidding me. Were stuck next to each other for another four hours." My mouth fell open in shock.
"Any other woman in the world would love it, yet you complain," he laughed, while putting his arm on my shoulder and lead me over to the check in gate.
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Make You Miss Me (Tyler Seguin)
Fanfiction"What's that pretty boy? Never heard a girl prove you wrong before?" I smirked as his annoyingly charming smile fell from his face. When UT: Dallas student Alexandra Dawson first meets NHL heart throb Tyler Seguin, she is turned off by his over conf...
