"You can't even hold a normal conversation, but you can tell your friends I ruined your life, whatever helps your perfect reputation, cause I'm not losing sleep tonight. I met a girl and she's more than a pretty face, 6 drinks and she still remembers my name, fine as hell, but I think I might as well drop Annabelle"
"Ally, cmon, it's not gunna be that bad."
I looked over at him, I wasn't sure to believe him or not. But his eyes were making it hard for me to say no. I mean how bad could it be? Hypothetically speaking, if he made the team, we'd see each other during the Olympics with them being held in Vancouver. He plays Vancouver twice during the season in Vancouver, so I'd see him then too. Then I was done school at the end of March, so I could fly down and be with him. Oh god Ally, shuttup and reply to the man. He's eagerly staring at you.
"What makes you so sure?"
He sighs and lightly grabs my hand. "Because, you mean a lot to me, and I'm sure Duncan would kick my ass if I hurt you."
I smirked. "I don't want you being with me for the sake of Duncan's happiness. I want you to be with me, cause you want to."
"Well, I do. I can promise you that."
I leaned over and gently kissed him. Our eyes locked as I pulled away. It felt like sparks were flying over my head. I reached for his hand, and he stood up following me into his house. My flip flops weren't even off before I was pressed against the wall getting showered with kisses to my neck, then he pulled my mouth into an untouchable kiss.
I could feel my skin burning as his hand ran up my shirt and onto my stomach. I gripped onto his neck as he swooped me into his arms and onto the couch. He placed himself over me and brought his mouth back to mine. I really hope he wasn't expecting me to go that far with him. We only met last night. I wasn't that kind of girl, but damn, he was addictive ..
The hem of his shirt was like silk against my fingers as I grabbed it, wanting to throw it over his head. He lifted himself off me and with both of my hands, I got his shirt halfway up his chest before the door bell rang.
"Oh my god, this is ridiculous." I laughed.
"Can we please be left alone?" He groaned tugging his shirt down and walking towards the door.
I smoothed my hair down and waited for the voice on the other side of the door. I couldn't hear anything, so I got up from the couch and right over to the door.
My heart was sinking into my stomach the closer I got. A tall, brunette stood on the other side. Her long hair was set in perfect waves, her black high-waisted skirt matched her pink cami. The mascara was smudged under her eyes as the tears fell.
"WHO ARE YOU!" Her scream caught me by surprise. I couldn't think. Who the hell was she to talk to me like that?
"Uhm, sweetheart, cut the drama." I snapped back flashing a wicking smile. "I'm Ally, and I'm with Brent."
"Wow, you move on fast." She shot to Brent.
"Wait, who the fuck are you?"
"I'm Annabelle, Brent's ex, who he still loves." She really emphasized that last part.
"Huh, did he say that?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Ally, just .. let me talk to her." Brent softly said.
My breath got stuck in my throat. "You want me to leave?"
"I'm sorry, just let me set her straight."
I huffed and walked past the both of them, knocking right into Annabelle's shoulder. I could feel the tears burning in my eyes, but, I didn't let them fall just yet. I just simply slid on my sunglasses as the sun burned my back.
As I got home, I found Duncan sitting in the same spot I left him. He shot up from the couch and looked over at me. His face fell, I think he knew what happened.
"Wow, you're home early."
I just shook my head as my tears blinded me, heading up to my room where I cried till I couldn't feel anything.