Beca has a nasty bruise on under and around her left eye. She looks like she hasn't had much sleep which makes me concerned for her. I want to hold her and make her feel better but I retrain myself.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened to your eye?" I ask as I guide her through the door. I almost forget the fact that she's here, at my house, off campus. I don't know how she found me but ill wait to ask, after I find out why she looks like she's been thrown through a wall.

"Hey." She touches her eye. "Nothing, just a little fight on the ice, happens all the time."

"You didn't fight in your last game."

her face lightens up into a little smirk. "So, you watched it?"

God damn. I don't want her to think I'm watching the games just for her. I shrug it off like and act like its not a big deal.

"I watch all the games. By the way, how did you know where I lived?"

"I've known Caleb has lived here for a while, I have been on a hockey team with him for two years, we bond. He shared that bit of info last year, Plus I know your address from sending you your gifts."

I should be afraid, this gorgeous female hockey player is stalking me, but in reality, I know she is harmless and means well, doesn't mean I'm not still a little freaked out. I move in further away from the door, the draft is making my nipple's hard and I am not wearing a bra. Why do I keep giving her a free show?

"You look hot." Beca's eyes almost pop out of their sockets. "Shit, I'm sorry, please don't kick me out."

I laugh, were in the same boat with our awkwardness. I gesture for her to follow me to the living room. As she does, she sits in the middle of the couch, forcing me to sit into close proximity. Couches are not safe, last time we were on a couch, I was in her lap within minutes.

"No hello kitty shorts tonight?"

"They're in the wash"

"That's a shame, I liked them."

"You liked getting me out of them." I shot back.

I'm trying not to smile. I should not be flirting right now, considering all the things I've heard and seen about her. But she's sitting here, on my couch, looking oh so hot and I can't help it, my love muffin is excited. She smiles at me and I just want to take her here and now.

"I liked that part, too"

"Is that why you came here?"

"To get you out of your clothes? Of course not. I just wanted to see you." she needs to stop smiling at me, every one of her smiles, whether it involves teeth or not, is distracting.

"That's good I guess." I respond.

"I thought I was making it obvious."

Beca does this thing guys do when they're about to make a move. Her eyes glance down at my lips and she starts to lean in. She tucks a few strands of my hair behind my ears. I curse my arms for having a mind of their own and grabbing onto her biceps. I have a problem because eventually, I'm crawling into her lap again.

I forget everything as our lips connect. I lover her mouth and I just can't seem to get enough. I'm so horny its ridiculous, here I am shoving my tongue in Beca's perfect mouth when I'm trying to show restraint, so much for not giving in to a player. She slips her hands inside my shirt, I'm grateful I lost the bra when I did. Just as I'm about to unzip her pants, I'm interrupted by a knock at the door.

I hear Caleb pounding on the door. "Go away! I'm naked!" Beca looks like she's about to say something with her hand still on my boob. I cover her mouth with my hand.

"Since when do you walk around naked in the living room? Open the door Chlo, I forgot my wallet in your bathroom."

"You nee to hide!" I tell Beca and try to pull her up but she doesn't make any sign of moving.

"My car in in the driveway." She answers.

"Caleb isn't that bright, I don't think he'll notice."

As soon as that comes out my mouth, I'm jinxed.

"Did Aubrey get a new car?"

"Damn it, what the hell are we gonna go?" Beca stands up and grabs me by the shoulders.

"Relax, I can handle this." She zips up her fly and straightens out her clothes. I don't know how she is so calm.

"I need to get a bra on!" I gesture to my chest. I run quickly to get it on and then sprint to the door. I take a deep breath and try to act like I wasn't just making out with a hot brunette on the couch. I am in so much trouble, there's no way I'm gonna hide the fact that I had sex with Beca when I open this door, then he'll get pissed, start throwing things and all hell will break loose. Unfortunately, I still have to open the door, so I do.

"I just have to get my wallet and then you could go back to whatever weird shit you were doing before I bothered you." he looks past me as he finishes up his sentence and he goes from apologetic to confused.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hey dude, I didn't get Luke's message until a few minutes ago, I thought I was supposed to pick you up." Beca responds.

At first, I worry Caleb wont buy what Beca is telling him but then shrugs it off and his face returns to normal.

"Oh no dude, I think Bumper is supposed to get all of us."

"I'll go get your wallet." I interrupt their conversation.

I run to my bathroom to get Caleb's wallet and then return out to them, apparently I walked in at the wrong time. Beca's back is to me and Caleb is laughing.

"This girl is pretty much up for anything; I'm hoping maybe her friends are too."

Not one of them has noticed me. I'm nervous to hear Beca's response. She laughs. "Gotta love the wild one's huh? Especially when they come back for seconds."

I'm disgusted. I was just making out with this girl and now she is talking to Caleb about the girl's he wants to fuck? I'm probably just a stop on the way to her next victim.

"Forget anything else?" I break up their little conversation and Beca spins around at lightning speed, my expression tells her how much I've overheard, I can't even look at her.

"Now I want both of you out of here so I can get back to what I was doing." I push them both towards the door then make my way towards my room slamming the door. I turn my music up so I don't have to hear them out there because I know they haven't left yet.

Caleb comes knocking on my door not even a minute later.

"Go away, don't you have a hooker to fuck?

"I don't pay for sex."

I don't care for a word that's coming out of his mouth I'm too mad at my current situation to care. I'm angry at myself, at Beca, for coming here, being all sweet and then being a dick behind my back. I shouldn't of went to her dorm that night, my life would be so much easier without Beca fucking Mitchell.

"I think Mitchell likes you." Caleb says out of nowhere.

"I'm not interested in your disgusting friends. If you don't mind, I would like to be left alone, I have work to do."

I push Caleb out the door and slam it. As soon as he's left for good, Beca calls me on repeat, annoyingly I shut off my phone. I'm not interested in whatever she has to say.

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Over the next couple days, I avoid all contact from Beca. I make a plan with myself to delete all voicemails and texts without reading them. I don't however, empty my email trash. My lack of doing so causes a problem, it means I can read them if I choose too.

The bulls are playing a home game tonight. I have tried everything to get out of going, my parents and brother pull the puppy dog eyes on me and I feel bad. When we get there, we go find out seats. They're close to the ice again so I'll be front and center with all the players and Beca if she comes close enough, great.

My mom and I some how get into a conversation about Beca. She thinks she's a nice girl and I shouldn't believe what other people say about her. I laugh into the beer I'm drinking. She doesn't know anything. My stomach erupts in butterflies when the Bulls take the ice. I sink in my seat, Beca sits on the bench, she's scowling. Its hard not to pay attention to her when she's so god damn good looking.

Some drama has taken place on the ice. Everyone is on their feet while I sit and observe. People are yelling and cheering. The whistle blows and Beca is on the move, she steels the puck from her opponent moving like a bullet down the ice. Her speed has her at an advantage, she must work out her legs.

Just as I'm day dreaming about Beca's gorgeous legs, she comes to a stop right near the goal, a puff of ice flown up. She handles the puck beautifully, time slows and I'm gripping my armrest as she finds and opening and successfully shoots the puck right past the goalie, into the net. I jump from my seat, cheering and hollering. Beca is amazing and scores a lot of goals.

This game is full of action and excitement and I'm on the edge of my seat, at one point the other team scores to tie it up. Near the end of the third, the Bulls score and take home the win. Beca manages to stay of of the penalty box and plays a great game. I'm nervous when we leave the arena. Were on our way back to the same bar we were the night I met Beca. I think it's the usual spot the team celebrates.

When we get to the bar, my bladder is about to burst, I make a beeline for the bathroom to relieve myself. There are a bunch of girls in there, probably trying to hook up with one of the players. While I'm washing my hands, I overhear one of them mentioning Beca. I hear about a threesome, the one she supposedly had. I'm not surprised, like I said, she is a player and I need to stay away.

I make my way out of the bathroom and start looking for my parents. As I'm making my way back some guy cuts right in front of me and starts a conversation.

"Hey, you're Caleb's sister right?" A guy with a British accent and blonde hair asks me.

"Uh, yeah." I'm still looking around this guy to see if I spot Caleb, he is around six feet tall so he can't be that hard to spot.

"I'm Luke, I play defense for the Bulls. Claire is it?" He asks.

"It's Chloe."

"Right, are you gonna come hang out with us?"

"I need to make a quick call first." I hold up my phone as an excuse to get away from him.

"I'll save you a seat, maybe we can get to know each other better."

"Uh, yeah, maybe." I roll my eyes as he walks away, I can't believe girls fall for that crap. Then again, just look at me and Beca. After what I heard in the bathroom, all I want to do it leave and go to sleep.

I wait until Luke disappears in the large group of people before I put my phone in my pocket and continue looking for Caleb. A bouncer suddenly stops me. I'm about to give him a piece of my mind when I hear someone speak up.

"She's with me." Beca's palm comes to rest on the small of my back and she walks me forward. Her voice is low and makes me feel things when she whispers.

"I want to talk to you."

I can't escape even if I wanted to, there's so many people and she's behind me, trapping me with her hands on my sides trying to guide me through the people. I'm so done with this gentlemen shit, I've herd only bad things about this girl and whenever she's around me she's sweet. Why can't she make me hate her? She leads me to the table and pulls out my chair while she takes the seat next to me.

My new bestie Luke is on the opposite side of this table, his arm across and empty seat. He see's me and yells across the table. "Hey, sister, I saved you a seat."

Beca shoots a look at her. "She's fine where she is."

Luke leer's at Beca showing a devious smile. "Does Caleb know you're –" I waiter with a good amount of cleavage distracts him from finishing his sentence.

Beca looks relieved, I don't say anything. Caleb is at the other end of the table, too busy talking to notice I'm here. The way these girls throw themselves at these guys is disgusting. What's worse is, I'm one of those girls. Beca orders me a drink from the full of cleavage waiter. I let her because I'll need all the booze I can get if I have to sit here with her.

She tries to start a conversation with me but its loud and I'm too distracted. I can't contain myself any longer, I want to know the truth. I want her to tell me what those girls said in the bathroom isn't true.

"So what's with all this talk about you and two other girls."

Beca goes pale and the guy who has been quiet this whole time next to her, spits out his drink. Luke is laughing and Beca swallows, her eyes finding the table very interesting. A couple of the guys near us appear amused. The quiet one next to her shakes his head.

"It doesn't sound like they were talking about hockey, so I'm curious, what are they referring too?"

Beca doesn't respond right away and that's when Luke cuts in.

"It's when Mitchell fucks two girls in one night."

The words are slow for my comprehension. I turn to Beca to see if this is true. Her silence says it all.

"Aren't you special."

I don't need to sit here any longer with the information I've just inquired. My stomach turns and I think I might be sick. I've just had sex with a hockey whore. I push away from the table done with tonight and all the bullshit that it came with.