"You are my favourite feeling."
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Luke
"ANDDD....THE PANTHERS TAKE HOME THE WIN!!!" The commentator announces from the speakers, cheers erupt the stadium as Wyatt jumps on top of me.
"WITH CAPTAIN LUKE BECKETT SCORING THE WINNING GOAL" more cheers shake the arena, All my teammates come up to us and slap my back - I wouldn't be surprised if I got home and my whole back was red -.
"Good game Son" coach says smiling at me which is a rare sighting.
I'm practically beaming as we enter the locker room, tonight was the best I've played in a long time.
Hockey has always been something that regulates my mood, if I had a shit practice I would be grumpy, if I had a good practice I would be somewhat happy.
My life revolves around hockey, at some points I think about quitting. About finally getting away from it all, maybe flying to another country and starting a new life.
But hockey isn't just a hobby to me, it's so much more, it's always been so much more.
Something that brought me my found family, something that tore my biological family apart.
"You coming out with us to celebrate?" Wyatt asks while he winks at a few puck bunnies we pass as we make our way out of the stadium to the car park.
"Can't, got private practice with Eli in the morning" I say as Wyatt groans,
"You're such a bore" he complains, I'm about to tease him about how much he would miss me when we swivel into the car park and my gaze catches his.
My father leans against my car with his hands in his pockets and a stone cold expression on his face, Wyatt shifts uncomfortably next to me making me wonder how much he fears my father.
None of my team know anything about the truth, they all just know the rumours which probably makes him even more scarier, not knowing if
It's true or bullshit.
I pat Wyatt on the back one last time before we part ways to our separate cars, my jaw ticks with each step I come closer to him.
"You messed up your pass to #77 in the first period" is the first thing he says to me with no hello or hi not even a nod, I roll my eyes at his greeting.
I open my trunk and stuff my hockey gear inside closing it with a loud slam.
"How many games have you lost this season?" He asks still not leaving his side by my car,
"One" I reply fighting back a grin, the guys have worked hard this season and I'm proud of it, I don't expect them to win every game but I expect to see their best.
"Too many" he ticks, I slide into the drivers seat of my car leaving the windows open so I won't get another shouting from him about how I just ignored him.
"The scouts are everywhere this season, if you want to go to the bruins-"
"I'm not going to the bruins" I cut him off grinding my teeth. The Boston bruins is where my father was meant to end up but then he got his girlfriend pregnant with me and she demanded that he was apart of my life. Worst decision she ever made.
I'm going to go to Canada, far away from here and am never have to talk to this asshole of a father again.
"I've done everything for you and the one thing I ask of you to do you deny, you are a selfish bastard" he swears at me.
I've been called many hurtful things by many people in my life, and I've never once given it a second thought.
it's different coming from someone who's room I used to sneak into when I had nightmares, who beat me when I didn't win the championship game in 7th grade.
I still repeat the words he used to call me in my head.
With one last look at him I drive off, I don't follow a map, I don't have directions. I just drive.
I drive for forty-five minutes before I finally slam my door shut, I walk up the quiet pavement that usually would be busy but not today.
Their is barely anyone roaming around just a handful of people crossing the street with their headphones in, I slip into the building behind someone and give the reception lady - who looks to be about thirty - a wink.
I take the stairs two at a time before I finally fall outside of Lizzie's dorm room, without hesitation I knock on her door.
I look around quickly, thanking the gods above for no one being in the hallway because I'm pretty sure Lizzie would kill me if someone saw her with me which I find funny but I'd rather not be on her bad side.
With one more knock I start to contemplate my decision, I didn't text her before I came, I didn't check if she had friends over, I just drove.
As I am about to walk away in defeat the door swings open revealing Lizzie.
My heart beats faster as I look at her in all her glory, her blonde hair is pushed behind her ears and clipped up at the front, she's wearing short shorts and a oversized shirt but that's not even what I'm focusing on.
There is a pile of pink something splattered across her face, her brown eyes look up at me and I could die a happy man just looking at her. She's not wearing any makeup either, she is rocking the girl-next-door look.
"Luke?!" She exclaims with a adorable shocked face,
"Hi baby" I tease, she grabs the collar of my hoodie pulling me inside her dorm before going outside again to check if anyone saw.
"You look cute, what's with the pink stuff?" I say as I make myself comfortable on her couch,
"It's a face mask" she huffs out,
"Tonight is supposed to be my self care night, what are you doing here? You didn't text me?" She says coming to stand in front of me as I fiddle with her TV remote trying to figure out how to turn it on.
"Just came from a game" I reply still trying to figure out how to turn this damn remote on,
"Did you win?" She asks as she steals the remote out of my hands and I frown up at her.
"Obviously" I wink,
"How did you even get in here- oh my god it's Lucy on security tonight isn't it" she mumbles to herself groaning,
"What are you doing here?." She demands and I fight back a smile at how sexy she sounds,
"I wanted to see you" I admit leaving her a bit shell shocked so I take the opportunity to steal the remote back.
I haven't seen her since the diner and that's been a few days, sure I have texted her but it's not the same.
When she doesn't respond, I shift my gaze back to her from the remote and notice the pink blush that has tinted her cheeks.
"Are you blushing?" I tease her, she huffs out in frustration, picking a pillow up from the armchair close to her and throwing it at me, I laugh at her attempt.
"You are so damn infuriating! You're not going to leave are you" She knows damn well I'm not leaving,
"Fine" she says too casually, I narrow my eyes at her, she never replies to me this willingly.
"But you have to join my self care night"
"Absolutely not, I'm not putting that pink goo on my face"
"Yes you are"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Then leave" she says pointing to the door, this fucking girl.
After a moment of a stare down battle I reluctantly let her lead me to her bathroom, she turns towards the counter to pick up the pink bottle letting me look at her again.
So fucking pretty.
She turns around so her back is leaning on the counter as she looks up at me with a evil grin, she squeezes out some of the pink goo and evily splats it on my nose.
"AH IT STINGS LIZZIE" I shout as the pink goo starts literally burning into my skin,
"Stop being such a cry baby" she bites back hitting my shoulder, I take some of the pink goo off my face and slather it on the ends of her hair.
"ASSHOLE" she shouts at me as she rubs the pink goo all over my face, I close my eyes in safety and try to locate her waist blindly.
"THAT TICKLES" she laughs, and if I could've bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, I would've.
"Truce" I call peeking one eye open as I pull out my pinky,
"Truce" she says linking her pinky with mine,
"You look like shit though" she giggles as she exits the bathroom.
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I rushed to edit this chapter to get it out on time so if u see any mistakes pls tell💖😭
Fat drama in the next chapter...maybe there will be a fight🤷♀️