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"You wanna go?" He had screamed at me, inches from my face, "Then leave."

"Fine." I hissed, practically spitting in his face. I raced to our bedroom, ripping a suitcase out of the closet and stuffed it with clothes so fast I could barely see my hands move in front of me.

"Babe?" Kris asked and looked at me worriedly. That had snapped me out of my flashback.

"Huh?" I responded. He could clearly tell my mind was somewhere else tonight.

"I said," He worry had now turned into annoyance, from what I could tell, "Are you excited about going to Boston this weekend?"

Boston. That was my head was in the clouds. My stomach turned even hearing the word. It was my hometown. I should be happy that I got to see my friends and family, not to mention I could show off my new boyfriend. But I wasn't. Because of him. Because of what he did.

"What is with you tonight?" No question now. He was definitely annoyed.

"Sorry." I mumbled, pushing a piece of sandy blonde hair behind my ear, "I'm just a little distracted today."

"Why?" He played with the fork on his plate, then glanced up at me, "What's going on?"

"Nothing." I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

'Shit.' I thought when I heard my voice get higher. That's what happened whenever I lied. I had grown up with four older sisters and had seen them lie to my mother hundreds of times during their teen years, and I still couldn't pick up the art of it at nineteen years old.

"Kelsey." He folded his arms across his chest.

"Are you sure you want me to tell you?" I sighed, knowing the answer already.

"Of course."

"I'm not exactly excited to go to Boston."

"Why not?" He looked genuinely confused.

"I may have dated a Bruins player." I smiled sheepishly at my boyfriend, trying to ignore the shock on his face to continue the story, "But it was obviously before I met you." I thought that may soften the blow.

"You what?" Raising his voice, he stared straight in my eyes. So much for softening the blow.

"I, I, I." I stammered, desperately trying to find the right words to say, "I was seventeen. I was stupid, he was a jerk. It wasn't a big deal!"

"You didn't think to mention this before?"

I knew that was coming. Kris and I, who played defense for the Pittsburgh Penguins, had been dating six months. We practically started hanging out the minute I got off the plane to live with my friend Lauren.

"I didn't think it was important!" I whispered, keeping one eye on the couple at the table next to us who were listening intently, "But you're the one that just insisted that I come to Boston with you."

The Penguins were playing the Boston Bruins this coming Friday. Kris thought it would be fun if I came along, showed him the city, and he met my family. I wanted to tell him I'd rather stick glass in my eyes, but what came out was 'Awesome!'. I regretted that decision at this moment.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Kris was on the defense now, "I thought it would be a good idea to meet your family. But I wasn't aware you brought home hockey players by bulk."

"That was nice, Kris." I rolled my eyes, "Such a gentleman."

"What am I supposed to say? That's great Kelsey you dated another hockey player. That's great that you lied to me."

"That's the reaction I was hoping for." I smiled, trying to lighten the mood. I wiped that smile off my face as quickly as it came when I got the death glare from my boyfriend on the other side of the table.

"Who is it?" Kris said in an almost whisper, now massaging his temples.

"What?"

"Who..did..you...date?" He asked, saying the words seconds apart. I don't know if it was for dramatic effect or he was having a heart attack. I was obviously hoping for the first one, but the second option would of gotten me out this painfully awkward dinner.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does matter." Kris yelled, now aware of half the restaurant staring at us, "We wouldn't have to do this hear if you had just told me." He brought down his voice considerably.

"Milan Lucic." I said, almost gagging at saying his name again, "Happy?"

"I'm just fucking ecstatic, Kelsey." He rolled his eyes, "I found out that my girlfriend dated the biggest ass in the NHL. I could throw a party right now."

"Would you just relax? I haven't even seen or talked to him in years. So chill out before you pop a blood vessel."

"What happened?" Kris asked, anger was still in his eyes.

"He cheated on me. On my birthday." I nodded slightly, "With my best friend at the time. Do you understand why I don't exactly broadcast this to people?"

"What an ass." He repeated, shaking his head, then looking up at me. His facial expression completely changed. It went back to the softness and sweetness I knew and loved. The anger and hurt that was spitting fires at me a few seconds ago wasn't him. That was Milan. Kris was just jealous and I understood.

"Hey." He leaned over the table and grabbed my hand,"Want me to kick his ass?" That crooked smile I knew and loved crept on his face.

"Please." I laughed, pulling him in for a kiss.