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"one day someone will love you the way you deserved to be loved and you won't have to fight for it"

~joão~

"i'm already here man, just hurry up." i breathe into the phone, pulling my coat closer to my body, trying to warm myself up from the frigid air surrounding me.

"just go inside and wait i'll be there in ten alright?" i scoff, muttering an okay, ending the call. i swing the front door open, surprised to see the whole rink right in front of me.

micah told me to wait for him at the hockey arena, considering it was the closest place between both of our houses. he was supposed to pick me up by the front, so i left my car in the parking lot, which is a decision i'm now regretting considering he's late.

taking a couple steps towards the many rows of seats in front of me, i get a full view of how big the place really is. the arena could probably fit thousands of people, yet there is barely anyone here.

i walk down a couple steps, taking a seat in the the middle of a row of chairs. i pull my coat off my body, setting it in the seat next to me. pulling out my phone, i notice a text from micah.

private chat:
mitchy

be there in five
👍

i stuff my phone into my pocket not bothering to respond back. searching the rink for anyone else, i notice a person down on the ice.

it takes me a moment before realizing who she is. she's skating laps around the ice, taking shots every once in a while.

im surprised at how good she actually is. micah's told me multiple times how she plays for our city, but considering she hasn't missed a shot since i've arrived, i feel confident saying she's good at what she does.

i can't help but admire the way her hair flows in her ponytail, or the way her body moves when she skates, or the way she smiles when she hits a good shot.

what am i doing.

i have a girlfriend. and a best friend. both of which i would like to keep. i pull my phone out of my pocket trying to distract me from the brunette on the ice, but it's hard, the way i keep thinking she's staring at me.

i know she isn't. i've probably only held a single conversation with her in my life. but everytime she makes the slightest movement i stare, but only to check if she already is.

i've gone to the same school as her since the sixth grade, been best friends with her brother since eighth, she's gone to basically all of our futbol games, and i still don't think she knows my name.

she probably hasn't even noticed me in the stands. she's probably to busy concentrating on her game than visitors. i mean i can understand.

on the field i don't try and find my friends and family, i focus on the game in front of me. sometimes i'll notice the brunette girl cheering near the bench, but it's not like i'm looking for her, it's only a coincidence that my eyes find hers before anyone else. 

i intensely watch her close as she takes the puck flipping it in and out between her legs. she glides across the ice so effortlessly and i could only imagine how long it would take to learn everything she knows. she slides the puck between her legs once more before throwing it into the air with her stick.