Hi, this is my first fanfic. I hope you pardon my spelling/grammar/flow mistakes.

I don't know if anyone is going to follow this story, but I have to warn you that I might not update very often. Of course I will try my best, but I can't give you a timeline for updates. This is the last month of lectures, and it's pretty hectic with all the assignments, quizzes, oral presentations, and exams coming up. It's not that great of an excuse, but hopefully you can understand why it'll take some time between updates. :)

Hope you enjoy this! Reviews would be most appreciated, I would love to know what people think.

Chapter 1

"You know its New Year's Eve right, not Halloween. There's no need to dress like James Bond." Ty's flat mate Daniel said, with a cocked eyebrow as he flexed his biceps testing the stretch of his shirt.

Tyler threw a couple of mock punches at his shoulder and laughed. "Got to look good for the ladies," he said giving Dan a sly wink.

The place was crowded with people even though it was well before midnight. There was a silent pause as soon as Tyler stepped into the room, and after that frenzy as strangers swarmed around him to congratulate him for a great Stanley Cup win. He flashed his signature smirk, and a unanimous sigh rippled through the air; now that's the usual effect he had on people.

A couple shots of tequila and beers into the night, Ty couldn't be bothered with the flock of desperate girls around him. His attention flickered around the room, and his eyes lingered on one person. She was sitting at a lone table, twiddling the straw around the rim of her drink; she was alone, clearly not wanting to draw attention to herself as she was half engulfed in the shadows.

She had long, really dark brown hair that looked like a fountain of chocolate fondue cascading down her back with loose waves that begged him to run his hands through them. Her face glowed softly with the reflection of her phone sitting on the table, she was probably of Asian descent; tender cat like eyes shimmering with the limited light, her small button nose wrinkled gently, and her luscious lips curled up into a small smile. Tyler's heart skipped a beat, and he knew he had to talk to her.

She was wearing a loose Boston College hoodie which made her seem out of place at a party where the majority of ladies were clad in the tightest and shortest outfits they could find. Yet under the hoodie, she was wearing a black curve hugging skirt that covered her ass and showed enough of her slender legs to fill his stomach with butterflies when he thought of how it would feel to have them wrapped around his waist. No heels like what they usually wear, just regular white Keds, and even from a far he could tell that she would probably come up to his chest (5'2") at maximum. Tyler was curious; she wasn't the usual type of girl he goes after, but as he watched her, every small shift of her body made her skirt inch up her thigh, his mouth went dry and it wasn't because of the alcohol.

One swift movement and he was out of their clingy clutches; with tunnel vision and only her in sight, he grabbed a shot of – something – from Dan passing by for liquid courage and made his way through the crowd.

"Can I get you another one of those?" The girl with the long dark hair that he hoped to hell wasn't a wig looked up at him speculatively, an eyebrow arched over a pair of breathtaking honey brown eyes. 'Damn' he thought to himself 'this gets better by the second'. "I'm Tyler Seguin," he said, showing off his pearly whites with a dashing smile. She bit her lower lip in response, and muttered a small "I know," not looking directly at him. Tyler was starting to get frustrated, he was used to girls throwing themselves at him when they knew who he was. "Tyler Seguin, of the Boston Bruins," he subtly emphasized, hoping he could get the ball rolling. But there was no reaction from the mysterious beauty. Not knowing what else to say, he extracted a sharpie from his back pocket; usually, offering someone a signature loosened them up.

For a second Ty thought he saw a flash of annoyance on her face, but she smiled, held up her drink and then, with a wink, downed it. To make an uncomfortable situation worse, she licked her lips slowly and deliberately as she held his gaze. "Wow, you're incredibly... Full of yourself aren't you?" she laughed and got out of her seat; as she slid through a small slither of space behind him, he was painfully aware that she avoided having any part of her touch him.

Disappointed and completely taken by surprise, he didn't realize that he reached out, grabbed her wrist, and spun her around. Still clutching her wrist in his right hand, and her soft body just inches away from him, he asked slightly pissed, hurt, and completely confused, "Why are you being so hostile? I was just trying to make conversation."

She looked up with puss-in-boots eyes, extracted her wrist from his tight grip and nonchalantly said as she walked away, "I don't have to explain myself, especially to you of all people." Ty watched her walk to the door and jump to give an incoming guy a massive hug. He picked her up and spun her around; Ty could hear her giggling from his stunned seat, and it bugged the hell out of him. Dan came over to ask if something happened, and Ty refused to say anything, only that 'this party blows'. He continued to watch her out of the corner of his eye while sipping at a beer; he saw the guy she hugged flirtatiously tugging on her hoodie's drawstring, she playfully laughed and in one quick motion took it off and gave it to him, revealing the small of her back.

All throughout the night, he could see her walking by, and even when she was far away he could see her behind his eyelids. What the fuck, he didn't even know her name.