Becoming Mrs. Seguin

Chapter 34- Never Forgotten

"Should we open the champagne bottle now?", he asked.

"Yeah, sounds good."

I excused myself from Miss Blondie then headed back to the table my friends were at. Justin handed the champagne bottle to Nick and then he popped the cork open.

"Holy shit!", he exclaimed as the red liquid erupted all over the place, getting on his hands and shirt. The rest of us stood there, laughing our heads off.

I took the bottle from Nick and poured what was left of the champagne into glasses. After I finished mine, I turned around to walk back to the dance floor when I bumped right into someone. It was that girl from before with the insanely tight dress.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," she apologized, bending down to pick up the glass she had dropped. Damn, she had a nice ass.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Do you want me to buy you another drink?", I offered.

"Oh no. I was already done with this. See, it's empty," she replied, waving her glass in midair.

"You sure? I was just going to get a drink myself."

"Well in that case, I'll come with you."

I gave her a smile and then we headed towards the bar. I bought her a shot of tequila and some vodka for myself. As I drank, I took in the features of the girl sitting next to me.

She was about 5'6", with long, wavy brown hair. Her eyes were a deep, icy shade of blue with extremely long lashes, which I knew were probably fake. Overall, she was pretty hot, though.

We didn't talk much, but I managed to find out that she had had a huge crush on me ever since I was drafted to the Bruins. Before I knew it, an entire hour had already passed.

"Would you mind driving me home after this? My ride already left," she asked, sounding completely drunk after having three other shots of tequila earlier.

"No problem. I'll go grab my jacket real quick and then we can leave."

"Thank you," she replied.

I told Nick and the others that I was leaving, wishing him a happy birthday. Only he was so drunk, he couldn't even remember that we were here because of his birthday in the first place.

When we arrived in front of the girl's apartment, a sinking feeling hit my chest. I didn't want her to go just yet. It seemed like she didn't either, the way her eyes were looking at me, full of want and desire. I felt myself instantly growing hard just sitting in the car next to her.

To my surprise, she grabbed my face and kissed me right on the lips as her hands roamed the front of my shirt. Before she could begin to undo the buttons, I stopped her.

"We should go inside," I said in a husky tone, my breath coming out in low pants.

She nodded her head and then we both got out of my car. I followed her inside the house as she led me upstairs to her bedroom. Just the thought of getting to bang this girl senseless for the whole night was enough to make me stay.

***

The vibration of my phone woke me up the next morning. I looked on my right to see a girl fast asleep beside me, the bedsheets covering her bare body. What the heck happened?

I reached for my jeans on the floor, careful not to wake the girl as I grabbed my phone from the pocket. It was Brad Marchand, my best friend.

Attempting to be as quiet as possible, I got out of bed and put on my boxers before heading into the bathroom to call Brad back.

"Ty? How's it going, man?", he asked.

"I'm fine. Why did you call?"

"Are you drunk? 'Cause you sure sound like it," he remarked.

"Yeah, I went out with the guys for Nick's birthday last night. So, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Guess who I saw on Black Friday."

"Who?", I asked with a hint of curiosity.

"Your beloved ex," Brad replied.

"Christine? Did you talk to her?" I could feel myself growing more anxious by the second.

"No. I drove by the Macy's downtown and saw her getting into her car. She had so much stuff packed in the trunk," Brad replied with a chuckle. I smiled to myself, remembering how Christine had always gone all out when it came to Black Friday.

"I can't believe it's been two years already. God, I miss her," I said, letting out a deep sigh.

"Me too. She's probably more beautiful now than she was before, if that's even possible," Brad stated innocently.

"Wow, that sure helps."

"So anyways, what are you doing right now?"

"Actually, it's funny how you mentioned Christine. Don't hate me but I'm in some girl's bedroom. Apparently we had a one-night stand." I mentally wanted to slap myself at the moment.

"Wow, Ty. That's just great," Brad said sarcastically.

"I know, I'm such an idiot. I got to go now. She just woke up. See you at practice."

"Alright."

I set my phone down on the sink and groaned in frustration. Why the hell did I sleep with that girl in the first place? For crying out loud, I didn't even know her name!

And now that I thought about it, she was probably just some slut like the other girls I've bedded. I seriously could not stand living like this anymore. Using girls and just throwing them away at my disposal.

More than ever, I needed Christine Miller. The one and only true love of my life. I had no idea what it'd take to get her back, but I vowed that at the end of it all, she'd be mine again.

A/N- So, now you guys have an idea of what Tyler's been going through during this time period. Any ideas on what he'll do to try and get Christine back? I hope everyone's been having a great holiday season. I'm done with school for now until January, so I should be able to update again later this week. Speaking of next year, I'm so excited for the Winter Olympics! Seguin better get to play for Team Canada. And as usual, remember to vote and comment!