Hey guys! I'm back and better! I have decided to write a multi-chapter story for my favorite couple...JENDALL! It has some violence and adulter themes but isn't M. I really hope you like, cuz it's something new. BTW Lucy is REALLY out of character, but I didn't know who else to use. Plus Big Time Rush doesn't exist and they are living in Minnesota. I'm not sure if the guys are going to make an appearance...Hmmm. So here's my story to y'all.

This is dedicated to all the people who reviwed, favorited,or followed me over my entire 'career' here on fanfiction. You know who you are :) That doesn't mean I don't like those who don't, but it should be used as a... model? IDK.

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"KEN-DALL! KEN-DALL! KEN-DALL!" The crowd chanted my name like I was some god-like person. Oh wait, I was! I'd just scored the winning goal to advance our team to the Finals. I was on top of the world! The crowd shook the arena as my teammates carried me off the ice atop their shoulders. I glanced up at the throng of people cheering in the stands and my gaze landed on Lucy; smoking hot, hazel eyes, cute smile, and head cheerleader. Oh, and my girlfriend. Score! Not only that, but she's a junior. Even though I'm a sophomore, she deemed me worthy of holding the title of 'Lucy Stone's Boyfriend'. Not to mention I rule the school. I'm captain of the hockey team, homecoming king, class president, and quarterback of the football team. Plus all the girls swoon over me. Lucy doesn't seem to care though, which is okay with me.

Ah, the perks of popularity.

I pumped my fists high into the air and whooped along with the whole stadium. Confetti was everywhere and "We Are The Champions" blared from the speakers. Strobe lights scanned the stands, illuminating people's faces for an instant and then passing to another. I traced the blue spotlight until it hit a familiar girl. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something about her struck me as unusual. Not unusual in a bad way. . . okay maybe in a bad way. She dressed in black from head to toe, from a black sweatshirt, to black skinny jeans and a black beanie to cover the blonde mop of hair on her head. I think I had a similar one among my beanie collection. All she needed was a ski mask and BOOM! she'd look like a robber. Plus, her expression radiated hate and. . . pain? I don't know what else but I do know she did not want to be there.

Our eyes locked for a moment, which was just enough time for her to scowl at me and weave her way through the crowd, out of my sight.

I tried to blow it off. Whatever, no biggie. Why should I care if a freakish loser hates me? She can just go to hell for all I care. It's not like her vote against me could possibly change where I am now.

And yet it wasn't that simple.

Yes I could care less about her, but her eyes mesmerized me, and I couldn't get her face out of my mind. I tightly closed my eyes and shook my head, but it was useless.

They carried me through the corridors leading to the locker room, where they finally set me down. I felt claps on my back and a few nuggies in appreciation. I chuckled as they pulled me every which way to congratulate me.

My coach strode in with a proud smile. By this time, we changed out of our wet jersey's and pads sat on the benches on the perimeter of the room. He slammed his clipboard down, folded his arms across his chest, and scanned the room.

"Well, I don't know about you," he started calmly, "...but we KICKED ASS OUT THERE!" The locker room erupted in cheers and whoops. "And what would this team be without our captain. . . KENDALL KNIGHT!" People banged on lockers and stomped their feet until Coach held up his hand for silence. "Next week we play the Tigers and after that the winner of the Blue Devils and Coyotes. I expect you all to keep up this level of play for each of the upcoming games, and if not, the bench will be your new BFF." Guys around me chuckled, including Coach. "We have a chance to make history here, Gophers! Alright, hands in!"

We surrounded Coach and put our hands onto his maroon hat and performed our version of the Mighty Ducks' quack. "GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO GOOOPPPPPPHHHHERS!"

Once we settled down, he cleared his throat and said, "Now go home and get some rest for an intense week!" And with a couple of final groans, we grabbed our bags and exited the locker room.

When we all arrived out of the tunnel (that's what we call the hallway from the locker room to the entry way), parents, classmates, and friends were waiting. They congratulated us on the victory and ushered us out to the parking lot. I yawned, man the only downer of playing hockey is the late games. They didn't start until around 10, which limited my sleep.

"Hey baby." I turned on my heels to meet a smiling Lucy. Her black hair was in pig tails and she had on an extremely small crop top and short short short shorts. "You did really well today. You looked like super hawt on the ice." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my lips forcefully. I seriously need to have a talk with her about PDA.

Someone tapped my shoulder, so I detached myself from Lucy and peered over my shoulder to see my sister Katie and mom. I saw Lucy pout and cross her arms over her chest in aggravation. I greeted my family and they told me how proud they were blah blah blah and that they'd meet me at home.

Once they were out the door, Lucy attached herself to my chest again. She's a very clingy person if you haven't figured it out already. She put her hand in my back pocket and kissed me. Again.

"Lucy! Hey um don't we have to be gettn' to the party already?" I asked withdrawing myself from her.

She smiled, "Yeah, then maybe we can have some. . . alone time." She seductively pat my chest and walked out the door.

I shook my head, still dazed and confused about her sudden change in mood. But, hey she's smoking and has the hots for me, so whatever.

As I trotted to the door, I saw a girl and guy arguing in the corner. They had to be high schoolers because they both looked eerily familiar, but again, I'm not good about matching faces with names. She wore all black and stood a head shorter than her companion. He towered over the girl and kept shoving her shoulders so that they'd thump against the wall consistently. By now, his insults almost carried over the noise of the crowd, but no one was paying them any attention. Then, he slapped her face.

Hard.

She covered her cheek with her hand, but didn't cry like I expected her to. His facial expression then melted into that of guilt and he repeatedly apologized. When he hugged her, she flinched and they walked towards me. I didn't want them to think I had been eavesdropping on their conversation, or lack thereof, so I quickly exited the hockey rink. But not without taking a quick glance back at the 'couple'. As his face came into the light, I recognized him, but was utterly and completely shocked.

That was none other than Jett Stetson, our goalie.

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Woah! DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN! I'll try to have the next chapter up soon. Please tell me if I should continue or start on something new.

Love y'all!

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