One fateful night brings Maddy and Quinn together, a night full of promises and regrets. Will these two find out the true meaning of love? Or will their paths separate, never to see each other again.
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Quinn's Pov:
My eyes feel heavy as I roll over and reach for my phone.
5:44 AM
With a groan, I place my phone down. There's no point in going back to sleep since I'm supposed to be up in 15 minutes anyway. I decide to rest my eyes until I have the energy to get out of bed. Last night, after Maddy and I made up, we spent hours together. I could listen to her talk forever. People often say I'm not easy to talk to because I never try, I don't care enough. But with her, it's different. I listened as she spoke, learning more about her. A smile creeps onto my lips as I remember her fingers combing through my hair while I answered her questions. I wasn't expecting her to ask about that night, but I'm glad we cleared it up. My jaw clenches when I remember her ex-Tyler or something. He's the reason Maddy and I hated each other so much. All I need is two minutes with him, and I'd beat him bloody just for speaking her name. I breathe out, calming myself down. I'm sure we'll cross paths soon enough.
Friends. That's what we agreed on. If it were up to me, I'd have her hair wrapped around my hand, pulling hard as I take her from behind. Friends or not, we have unfinished business. But friends is what she wants, and I'll do anything for her. I mentally curse myself for letting my mind wander there, my morning wood only gets worse. I adjust myself and get out of bed. I need a cold shower.
...
Practice is at 8:30 AM today, and we have a game tonight at 7. I have almost two hours before I need to be at the arena. I'm about to head to the gym but decide to make a couple of hard-boiled eggs. I've been needing more protein, I can make a proper breakfast later. My phone lights up as I set my food down.
**Text from: Rusty**
**Rusty:** Yo **Rusty:** Qball **Rusty:** Quinn **Rusty:** Quintin
**Rusty is typing...**
**Me:** What do you want Luke.
**Rusty:** Have you spoken to Jack recently?
**Me:** No **Me:** Why?
**Rusty:** Idk man, he's been hella off. I thought it could have been the few games we've lost getting to him, but I think there's something else.
I stare at the screen. Jack knows better than to let things get to his head during hockey season.
**Me:** Is there some girl involved?
**Rusty:** Nah, not that I know of **Rusty:** Actually, it could be. He's been some interesting encounters with... yk who.
**Me:** Talk to him and tell him to get his head in the game. The last thing he needs is a distraction. Girls are the last thing that should be on his mind, we can't afford that.
**Rusty:** WE? QUINTIN, IS THERE A WOMAN IN YOUR LIFE?!?
I rub my temples, groaning. I can't let him know or I'll never hear the end of it.
