Exhaustion from the day's events brought my eyes to a close before my parents even got home. The following Saturday, I woke up to an empty house. I didn't have to back at Northwestern until the nighttime, and I knew the Blackhawks' practice would be over way before I had to leave. I wanted to tell both my parents about Dean and I before I left. I just wanted to get it out there. Brandon had also called me the night before, but I had already fallen asleep. I would call him later when I knew we both had time to talk.
My mom came home first, and I was sitting at the kitchen counter drinking hot chocolate and reading a book. I looked up when she opened the door, and smiled.
"Hi sweetie. Sleep well? You want me to make you something to eat?" My mom asked as she set her purse and keys down on the counter.
"Oh no, I already ate some toast. Thank you though." I said taking a sip of my drink.
"How you been, Scottie? I feel like I haven't gotten to talk you recently." She asked as she got a glass of water for herself.
"Actually there's something I need to tell you. I want to tell dad also, but I can do it when he comes home." I said, not making eye contact.
"Okay, what is it?" My mom asked, wearily.
"Dean and I broke up yesterday." I spoke quickly.
"Oh Scottie. I'm so sorry. Why?" My mom said grabbing my hand, and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"He said we should take a break because we are both so busy." I said plainly.
"So he broke things off." My mom asked, but not really making it a question.
"Well, yeah, if you want to get technical." I scoffed.
"I'm sorry, honey. How are you holding up?" She asked.
"I feel real shitty, mom. I think it's complete bullshit. He made a decision about our relationship on his own without asking what I thought. He didn't even want to talk about it, and I was too stunned. He came up to me after the game and tried to talk, but I just couldn't. He broke my heart, mom. I just don't understand." I said.
"You say he didn't want to talk about it, but it seems like he did? Maybe he has changed his mind and wants to work things out." My mom told me.
"He probably just felt sorry when he saw me. Even if he does want to work things out, I can't do it right now. I'm hurt, and I'm going to be for a while. What he did really wasn't okay." I said to my mom.
"I know, Scot. All I'm saying is don't completely give up on this one. What you and Dean have is special. I can tell you two love each other very much. The way he looks at you is what girls dream about. He still loves you very much I know it. I'm not saying you have to talk to him now, but don't wait too long." My mom gave me a squeeze on the shoulder as she left the kitchen, giving me time to let what she said sink. I know she's right, but I don't want to think about it now. I called Emmi.
"Yo, what's up?" Emmi said into the phone.
"First things first. What I'm about to say is not good, and you can't go flying off the handle." I said.
"Oh shit." Emmi sighed into the phone.
"Dean broke up with me yesterday. I'm pissed off, and I don't want to talk about it. Brandon knows, so I'm assuming Dean told him. Derrick knows too, and my mom. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I just didn't find the right time."
"Let's go lax it up. I'm coming to pick you up." Emmi spoke into the phone. This is why she is my best friend. She knows how to cheer me and get my mind off of things, and she doesn't press issue. I know it's going to kill her not knowing all the details, but her and I both know she will find them out soon.
Emmi and I went to park by my house with our lacrosse sticks and a bucket of balls. Since she plays attack and I play midfield, we worked on our shots. I already have a pretty strong shot, but all my built up anger made my shot even harder and faster. After shagging the balls from the goal I turned around to see Emmi starting intently at me. I gave her a quizzical look and laughed.
"You know it's killing me not knowing what happened." Emmi complained, "I don't want to push it, but I'm going to anyway. I just want to know what went wrong."
"He thinks that we won't have enough time for each other these next couple of months. He thought it'd be better for our relationship if we 'took a break'." I put the last part in air quotes because 'taking a break' almost always means it's over.
"So he didn't ask what you thought at all. That's shitty. Brandon said Dean is broken up about it though." Emmi shrugged and I scoffed at her comment.
"Good for him. He broke my heart so it's only fair." I said, shooting a ball at the goal.
"I know." Emmi said with a somber tone. She dropped the subject after that and we finished up at the park. We hung out the rest of the day until we had to drive back to Northwestern. We went to practice and I tried my hardest to forget about the day before. It worked for the most part, but there would be moments that Dean would creep into my thoughts.
We were starting spring break this coming week, and our Coach didn't schedule anything for over break, so we could all go home. That meant that I would be spending time at the rink with my dad and the team. I still didn't get to tell him about Dean and I, but I'll be back home soon enough and I'll be able to tell him. When I got back to my dorm I decided to send a quick text to Derrick, my Mom, and Brandon that my dad still doesn't know. I didn't want them blurting something out, and ruining things.
I went to bed still upset and pissed off. Dean had started sending me texts on my drive back to school. They all said something along the lines of him wanting to talk things out. I didn't respond to any of them. Not going to lie, I want to work things out with him. I don't want things to be over between us. However, he messed up, and I'm not ready yet to talk to him.
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Fanfiction**PLEASE READ THE LAST ADDED PART** She's the daughter of his coach. He's the new recruit. How could this possibly end up badly? Scotland Brown has grown up around hockey. Her father has been the head coach of the Chicago Blackhawks since she was ei...
