Hey you guys! I am so sorry that I haven't updated in a very long time. Each chapter I usually take a scene from the chapter and I make up my own original scene and I was having so much trouble making an original scene for this but I finally became inspired and wrote it down and it's ready. I will try to make the next update sooner!

Also, to all you Bechloe fans I've started a new "Pitch Perfect" FanFiction that I'm confident that I will actually finish and update well. So, if your interested it's called, "It's Not What You're Running To, It's What You're Running From."

"Moose?" I hear the heavenly voice call out. A bigger smirk graces my lips. Time to show off how much Moose loves me. It's not like Tori has anything in common with him, so clearly I have the advantage.

As I turn around… Oh my god I might just die. I've seen Tori in almost everything and practically nothing but never before have I seen her in a hockey jersey. I subconsciously lick my lips. I didn't think she could look sexier. It takes everything in me not to attack her instantly and begin having my way with her right up against the lockers. Holy crap. It's sad but true that just looking at her strut down the hallways in an L.A Kings Jersey was making me wet. "I didn't know you were going to be here," she says, clearly flaunting.

"I didn't know you were an L.A Kings fan," says Moose, gesturing to the black jersey. Keep your hands, eyes, and everything off of my girlfriend!

"Oh yeah, I've been a fan for…pft…a long time," she says with nonchalant voice as if it were true. I desperately want to fight back, call her bluff, but I can't seem to find my voice. "See, my names on the back! You can't have a shit like this made overnight!"

"You can so," points out Cat angrily.

Getting my voice back after Cat's abrupt comment I clear my throat and act composed, "You just go to that all night shirt shop on Weston and—"

"Shut it," Tori yells at me. Fucking hell why is Tori so sexy when she's mad. I look away quietly, doing everything in my power not to kiss her right now.

The beautiful, almost pasted, smile reappears on her face as she reaches into the back pocket of her jeans… of those amazingly tight jeans. "Lookie what I got," she says in a sing-songy voice. I recognize what she's holding instantly.

No. She wouldn't. She wouldn't dare!

"Ticket's to tonight's King's Game?" Moose gasps in excitement.

She did.

"Okay, she is not an L.A Kings fan," I say, hurt apparent in both my voice and my eyes.

"She's faking," accused Cat.

"I am not faking," Tori shrieks at Cat. Remembering that Moose is there her ever-girly, innocent, virgin act comes back with a smile and a sincere look. "I've been a King's fan ever since they picked Anze Kopitar in the first round of the 2005 NHL draft!" I can't believe her!

"Yeah, that totally turned the team around," agreed Moose. I know it turned the team around. Everybody knows that. I'm the one who told you Tori that!

**FLASHACK**

"Come on Tori," I insist, flailing the tickets in front of her face. "You keep insisting that we need to do something together."

"I didn't mean hockey Jade," responds Tori. "I've only watched hockey once before and I swore that would also be the last time I'd ever watch hockey."

"Come on, do it for me?" I ask curiously, a slight pout on my face.

"Jade," she replies with a sigh. "You know that I lo—like you, it's just that I figured we could do something else."

"I really like you too, which is why I want you to be the other person with me when we go to this out-of-town hockey game that cost me two-hundred dollars," I say, adding on the price for a little bit of extra convincing.

"Why would I even want to go watch hockey?" Tori asked.

"You're kidding?" I deadpanned. "These are tickets to the L.A Kings playing the HSM Wildcats (AN: I don't know shit about hockey. What's a puck?). This is the game of the century! Anze Kopitar, picked in the first round of the 2005 National Hockey League draft, turned this entire team around! The L.A Kings are practically unbeatable now, and after getting creamed by the HSM Wildcats last year this is the most intense hockey match of the season. Fans all across the world are drooling at their TV screens now, and you have tickets!"

Another groan. "Jade… I don't know anything about hockey."

"You don't have to," I promise. "That's what I'm there for, to stand behind you, breasts pressed against your back," I walk behind her, mimicking the motions I speak of, "Whispering everything that's going on in your ear, low enough so nobody will know what I'm saying except for you." My warm lips just barely peck her ear and I hear a soft, strangled moan that Tori had been desperately trying not to let out.

"Well, I mean, I guess that if I could get a ride than maybe…"

"I knew I could… convince you to come with me," I murmured, brushing her hair to the side in order to place a pattern of small, chaste kisses down her neck. Another groan escapes her and I can already tell her eyes are closed. My hands slowly creep down her sides, eventually taking her curvaceous hips in my hands and spinning her around so we can see each other face to face. Something about high cheekbones is such a turn on. As my lips meet hers any control either of us had is lost and it turns into a flurry of hands and passion.

"Bedroom?"

"Bedroom."

"I can't believe you convinced me to go a hockey game," moaned Tori. "This is soooo boring!"

"The game hasn't even started yet," I pointed out with a smirk.

"Then what are they doing now?"
"Warming up," I replied with a light chuckle.

"Seriously?" She whined. "When is this game going to start? It's boring and cold and there's absolutely no way we can bond over this!" Turning towards her, I wrapped my arms around her small, shivering body and attempted to warm her with my own body heat.

"Any better?"
"Much," she said, snuggled in closer to me.

"Good." We stayed like that for a few minutes, not paying attention to the raucous shouts or the sweaty bodies yelling for their favorite teams, just me holding her, protecting her from the bitter cold of the world.

Then the whistle blew, signaling the beginning of the game, and I was forcefully pulled away from Tori as an overenthusiastic, two-hundred pound man pulled us up to do the wave.

**End Flashback**

By the end of the game Tori had actually appreciated hockey games. Well, she appreciated the foam finger I bought her and all the fun little 'skating shops' that she bought a pair of skates in, not really the actual hockey game. Still, hockey games soon became our things. I can't believe she would even… hockey games are our version of hallowed ground.

"Right around," Tori says enthusiastically.

"Hey, could you believe that triple overtime game last year against Vancouver?" Are you kidding me? Out of all the amazing games that the L.A Kings played he picked the Vancouver triple overtime game? I bet you he only watches Canadian Hockey Games. That triple overtime was nothing compared to the L.A Kings game against HSM Wildcats!

"Hey!" I cut in. This bonding moment needs to stop, especially when the guy has no idea what he's talking about. "Do you like my dress and my scissors from your favorite movie?"

"Oh my gosh!" Cat's high-pitched, eager voice hits my ears and my attention directly turns to her as she pulls out a hamburger from her backpack. What the hell? How is that hamburger even… best not to question anything-involving Cat. "Who wants a hamburger?" Moose's attention is instantly pulled towards Cat as she slowly leads a sultry trail for him to follow. "Mmm! Hamburger!"

"Hey," says Tori, grabbing Moose's arm. "You wanna see how great our seats are? We can go look them up on my computer!" NO! I should be the one with the other ticket in my hand. I'm the one that should be staring at her computer screen. I'm the one she should want… aren't I?

I notice Moose hurriedly look between Cat and Tori. I can't believe this guy is really having trouble choosing between a hamburger and hockey tickets. Ugh! What a retard. "Uh… sure," says Moose.

"Good! Let's go!" Tori pulls him away faster than I could say scissors.

"Can you believe her? Using hockey to try and get Moose to like her?" I certainly can't! Even I wouldn't go as low as to use hockey (our thing) to impress somebody else, somebody who clearly doesn't know what they're talking about mind you!

"It's disgusting," Cat agrees angrily.

"Well I'm gonna come up with a better plan!" Stalking away, I let loose all control and any humanitarian grounds. I'm not holding back this time. I'm bringing my A-game. Moose and Tori will not know what hit them. This means war.