Wow, I didn't realize it's been so long since I started this without updating, sorry :/
i'm sorry its so short and rushed, i'm quite stressed at the moment.
feedback pleaseeeeeeeeee
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**JARED'S POV**
I was tired of it all. Tired of the pressure, tired of the talk, and, honestly, tired of the girls throwing themselves at me. Not throwing themselves at Jared, but at Jared Staal. If I didn't love hockey so much, I would have avoided all of this much more easily than I was. If it wasn't for my brothers, I would be able to be me.
i'm sorry its so short and rushed, i'm quite stressed at the moment.
feedback pleaseeeeeeeeee
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**JARED'S POV**
I was tired of it all. Tired of the pressure, tired of the talk, and, honestly, tired of the girls throwing themselves at me. Not throwing themselves at Jared, but at Jared Staal. If I didn't love hockey so much, I would have avoided all of this much more easily than I was. If it wasn't for my brothers, I would be able to be me.
I think that's my problem. I spend too much of my time blaming my troubles on my brothers' success. Instead of pushing myself to be at their level, I give up, accept that I'm not as good, and go back to blaming them.
So that's where I find myself now, laying in Jordan's guest room, in the rain cloud covered Pittsburgh, complaining. While he goes off to practice playing NHL hockey, I lay on my ass, because my OHL team didn't make it. I didn't make it. I finally will myself to get out of bed and call my parents, who are flying in for one of his games tonight. Myself, I've been here for a week or so, sleeping, drinking, going to his games, and repeating the cycle.
It was rough, no lie, to see Jordan succeed night after night in a sold out arena with screaming fans. It was rough to see his face everywhere, to see fans fawning over his every move, all because he's good at something he loves. Something I love.
I was starting to think about leaving Pittsburgh and just going home to Thunder Bay, then she started coming to the games. I knew she was the trainers sister or something, Jordan had told me when I asked about her, but I couldn't get the guts to talk to her. I would just sit a few seats away from her in the box and watch her watch the game. Every movement intrigued me. The way her eyes moved with the puck, the glare she got at a dirty hit, the glow in her eyes at a goal.. I could tell, she loved this game, this beautiful game. When the last regular season game ever at the Mellon rolled around, I watched her smile while she watched the ceremonies. And, yes, she did cry, but I think she thought no one saw. THen, with warm-ups starting, I decided to give it a shot.
"Hey, you're the trainer's sister, right?" I walked toward the open seat next to her, taking it when she looked at me.
"Yeah, April's my sister." She looked at me confusedly, like she was trying to study me with her gorgeous green eyes.
"Cool, cool," Oh my God, I sounded like some 15 year old kid trying to hit on his crush, "I'm Jared by the way." I offered a handshake, which she returned, placing her tiny palm against mine.
"I'm Tegan." She smiled, pulling her hand away.
"Tegan? That's a weird name." I winced at my answer, hoping she wouldn't notice or think I was insulting her name.
"Yeah, well my dad is Welsh, so he picked it."
"Oh, well I think it's cute." I winked, trying to charm her up a bit.
I watched the game with her and we talked hockey during the intermissions. This girl really knew what she was talking about. As we were exiting the box, we exchanged numbers so we could meet up before games in the future.
Then, right before leaving, she stopped me.
"Jared," she turned to me, "What's your last name anyway?" The dreaded question. Every girls asks it, then flips when they hear it.
I took a deep breath, looked at her and said "Staal." before winking and running to meet up with my parents before I could see her reaction.
"So, trainer's sister?" Jordan threw his bag at me on the couch as he walked in the door, "April knows, she told me."
"I just met her Jord, no big deal" I threw his nasty crap off of me and flipped through the channels.
"Jare, two words. Get. Some." I heard him laugh in the other room.
Just as i went to flip a pillow over my reddening face my phone vibrated and the scrren lit up with a new name.
Tegan.
It was rough, no lie, to see Jordan succeed night after night in a sold out arena with screaming fans. It was rough to see his face everywhere, to see fans fawning over his every move, all because he's good at something he loves. Something I love.
I was starting to think about leaving Pittsburgh and just going home to Thunder Bay, then she started coming to the games. I knew she was the trainers sister or something, Jordan had told me when I asked about her, but I couldn't get the guts to talk to her. I would just sit a few seats away from her in the box and watch her watch the game. Every movement intrigued me. The way her eyes moved with the puck, the glare she got at a dirty hit, the glow in her eyes at a goal.. I could tell, she loved this game, this beautiful game. When the last regular season game ever at the Mellon rolled around, I watched her smile while she watched the ceremonies. And, yes, she did cry, but I think she thought no one saw. THen, with warm-ups starting, I decided to give it a shot.
"Hey, you're the trainer's sister, right?" I walked toward the open seat next to her, taking it when she looked at me.
"Yeah, April's my sister." She looked at me confusedly, like she was trying to study me with her gorgeous green eyes.
"Cool, cool," Oh my God, I sounded like some 15 year old kid trying to hit on his crush, "I'm Jared by the way." I offered a handshake, which she returned, placing her tiny palm against mine.
"I'm Tegan." She smiled, pulling her hand away.
"Tegan? That's a weird name." I winced at my answer, hoping she wouldn't notice or think I was insulting her name.
"Yeah, well my dad is Welsh, so he picked it."
"Oh, well I think it's cute." I winked, trying to charm her up a bit.
I watched the game with her and we talked hockey during the intermissions. This girl really knew what she was talking about. As we were exiting the box, we exchanged numbers so we could meet up before games in the future.
Then, right before leaving, she stopped me.
"Jared," she turned to me, "What's your last name anyway?" The dreaded question. Every girls asks it, then flips when they hear it.
I took a deep breath, looked at her and said "Staal." before winking and running to meet up with my parents before I could see her reaction.
"So, trainer's sister?" Jordan threw his bag at me on the couch as he walked in the door, "April knows, she told me."
"I just met her Jord, no big deal" I threw his nasty crap off of me and flipped through the channels.
"Jare, two words. Get. Some." I heard him laugh in the other room.
Just as i went to flip a pillow over my reddening face my phone vibrated and the scrren lit up with a new name.
Tegan.
