Usually I would be surprised that hockey season was still going on but after what I went through today at the tournament I am definitely not. Those people are so mean on the ice, Olly was right this is nothing like figure skating at all.
Thankfully, we did win, but barely. I wasn't to focused on the number Becuase I was to busy trying not to break a bone when the other left wing was pushing me up against the sides of the rink. And I take back what I said about being a girl and boys take it easy on me, apparently no one cares if your big or girl or boy, they just want to beat the other team and when the championship.
It was Saturday and we only had one more week of school left, but sadly, the tournament goes on until the end of May and it was just now May 24.
I was now in the girls locker room getting changed out of my sweaty and heavy hockey gear and changing into a T shirt and leggings. I shove all my gear into the huge ass hockey bag and haul it out of the locker room.
I see Jayce by the front of the rink waiting to take me home since we played at a different rink further away today, and Olly had something else going on that he seemed pretty secretive about, and I wanted to ask but before I could, he ran out of school and left.
" Hey princess." He says and I roll my eyes.
" Why do you even call me that?" I ask as we walk out of the place. Jayce chuckles but shakes his head.
" One day I'll tell ya but for now. I'm going to leave that a mystery, to you at least. But I'm sure everyone else knows, you just don't." This makes me hurt to know this. Why would he tell everyone else but not me? Why them?
" You told everyone except me?" I ask and Jayce laughs. After a while he calms down wiping a tear away and gets in the motorcycle.
" No. You're just blind." He says handing me a helmet, I put it on and get onto the bike. I'm not sure now but I guess I got used to being around this ass hat that I felt comfortable almost natural putting my arms around him when I'm riding on his bike. I didn't feel awkward anymore.
After awhile Jayce stops in front of my house. I take off my helmet a d hand it to him throwing my hockey gear into my shoulder.
" Thanks for the ride." I say and Jayce smiles " No prob Bob." I turn away and I can feel Jayce watch me as I walk towards my house, but that's not what was surprising, he wasn't following. Usually when he drops me off he'll stay for awhile but for some reason he just sat there.
I turn back around " Are you not coming in?" I ask and Jayce chuckles.
" Its sad to say I will not. Tatum invited me to go to a party with her, I would invite you but it doesn't seem like your thing so..."
I scoff. It might not seem like I'm not a party person but- yeah he's right but that doesn't make me any more upset.
" I am a party person." I state, folding my arms.
Jayce laughs " Yeah and I'm the president of the United States. I bet you haven't even been to athe party before." He says with sarcasm.
" I-I've been to a party before." I say.
" Like what? A birthday party? "
My face turns red and I adjust the strap of my hockey bag in my shoulder. " Whatever." I say and trudge into my house. I have to say, I was hurt not only that Jayce was going to be with Tatum doing god knows what, but that he assumed that I wouldn't want to go to a party with him.
I drop my bag onto the floor and close the door. I go ahead and take a shower and change into a pair of sweatpants that I borrowed from Olly and never gave back and a T-shirt.
I wasn't sure what I was doing but before I knew it I was dialing his number.
" Kenna?" He asks his voice sounds sickly and tired.
" I'm sorry, are you still hungover? I can talk to you another time-"
" What is it Kenna?" He sounds extremely calm for a guy that had so many mood swings the night before. I feel a pang of guilt hit me, should I hang up? Is this the wrong choice? I shouldn't of done this.
" Kenna?" He asks again.
I take a deep breath knowing that I can't back out now " Would you like to come over and talk about......last night or whatever really. We could just talk about hockey or- "
" You're rambling again." He points out. He's right I am rambling, but I can't help it I haven't invited this guy over for forever. What if he says no? Then I'll just look like a complete fool! Then he'll tell all his friends "Guess what? Last night thus annoying, rambling girl that I ditched for some other, cooler, friends just asked me to go to her house? He'll no."
" Sorry." I say and I hear a small laugh on the other end.
" Its alright, I understand. And yes I'm glad we can talk. Ill be there in 10." Dylan hangs up and I set my phone down on my bed and sighed. I'm not sure if it was of relief or that I was just tired. I looked at the clock: 7:50. Ten minutes.
It's only been 5 minutes and I hear s knock on my front door. I run down the steps and open the door. It was Dylan. He was
" Since when were you early to things?" I tease Dylan. Dylan rolls his eyes but smiles.
" Not sure. When have you been so quick to answer the door?"
" touché." I open the door wider and he steps inside. We walk into the living room and I sit on the recliner while Dylan sits on the couch. Then there was silence.
" So...." Dylan says after what feels like forever of silence. I smile, relieved that he's trying to start a conversation and he smiles too.
" What went wrong with us?" He finally asks. It sounded as if this was a question that he had been asking himself for awhile. This was the question that I already knew how to answer back then, but what he had said last night came to my mind. Why did he say I was using Jayce?
" You know Dylan. Your really hurt me." I say after a minute of him waiting for an answer.
I could see in his eyes that he wanted to object but he stopped himself " I realize that." Is all he says.
" I thought we would be friends for the rest of our lives. I was so wrong. " I shake my head while saying this and then look up at him " Do you even know what you did?" I ask.
Dylan's eyes grow wide and I look to see that his hand was tightly gripping the chair, but he was trying to keep his composer " So you think this is my fault? That you're the victim?" He says looking up at me with an upset expression.
What he had said kind of surprised me. I sure as hell wasn't the bad guy in this situation. What even made him think that he was the victim?
I scoff " Don't tell me that you were the victim?" I say and half-heartedly laughed.
" Yes that is exactly what I'm saying!" He says throwing his arms in the air. I could feel my muscles tensing and I stand up.
" Like hell you are! You weren't the one got bullied becuase of their only best friend or ex-best friend, now were you?!" Dylan stands up towering over me but I don't back down, I'm not done yet.
" What are you talking about?! You weren't bullied you were just awkward around people! "
I point my finger on his chest " How would you know that?! You were to busy worrying about your reputation to even notice!"
" My reputation! Ha! I think its the other way around! "
" Mine?! You have to be fucking kidding me! I was never worried about mine, I was worried about looking my only friend, but I shouldn't of even tried!"
" Tried what? To manipulate me into helping you become popular?! "
" I never wanted to become popular you dick! Get out of my house!"
" What is going on in here? Dylan?" My mom enters the room looking exhausted from taking aa longer shift at her work but had a concerned look on her face.
" Uh hi Ms. Amelia. Nice to see you again. " Dylan says putting in a smile and I roll my eyes.
" Is everything ok? When did you get here Dylan? " Mom asks.
Dylan shrugs " I moved here a couple of years ago if that's what your asking, but I'm just going to leave." He starts walking out if the room but my mom steps in front of the doorway, blocking his exit.
" You're going to stay here. Do you know how much of a problem this has not only been for you but for other people too? You guys need to solve this. You both are holding grudges, you need to let them go." She orders. Dylan looks back at me but I don't meet his gaze.
" Now. Sit down. If you're going to act like 5 year olds we'll solve this like 5 year olds." Mom says. I sit back down in the recliner and Dylan sits back in the couch. Mom stands in front if us with her hand on her hip. When I first thought of inviting him over I did not think it would turn out like this. He's just being a prick and won't apologize, and that's why we're still here.
" Okay." My mom starts " Dylan will talk first."
" But mom- "
" Shut it Kenna or you with get to speak." I huff and slouch back in my chair.
" Fine. Please. Dylan, enlighten me on why you think you're the victim.
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