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Ilya woke with a jump, someone was banging on his door,
"ahhh what" ilya groaned his head was pounding, and he felt like he might vomit at any minute
"ilya! dude get up we have training we are already late!" cliff yelled though his door
"Да твою ж мать' ilya mumbled, "da coming" he yelled back
he hears cliff walk off, he sits up in bed his head feels like it might split in half. Very vague memory from the night befor start to come back to him, him dancing with some girl, him smoking outside under the stars, him drinking way to much, he defiantly saw svet at some time or another.. wait no she stayed the night here but must have already took off to work. he can tell because there is glitter and mascara on the pillow and the dona and also she has left her bonnet. he cheaks his phone and sure eough there is a text from Svetlana "hey babe, i had work early so i left i think you have training to day hope you aren’t to hung over love you coffee later?"
he makes a mental note to get back to her, he gets up and almost Immediately feels sick he runs to his bathroom and vomits in the toilet. ok well great, he gets up wipes his face striped off and jumps in the shower. after a hot shower he changes well realy he just throws on the first thing he sees and runs down stars
"fucking finally ilya" cliff says
"da im sorry i feel like shit"
"yeah that will happen after you have a whole bottle of voka"
"I'm Russian.. is fine"
"yeah ok"
...
finally after they get to the arena ilya feels a tiny bit better, cliff got him coffee so that helped a bit. the team is in the changing rooms everyone is talking about the party last night at his and cliffs place the said party that landed him in such a hung over state. after the team is ready, they hit the ice. Their coach makes them do a bunch of excises, they have a water brake and then they move on to a practise round even thought ilya is tired he is still the best hockey player on his team he cuts around a team mate and scores them a goal he skates around putting his arms up fist bumping the air when his eyes land on something, well not something, someone there is a boy... a beautiful boy, siting in the stands of the arena that is basically empty ilya is frozen string at this boy who seems to be... studying? He has a huge backpack siting next to him, he has papers spread around him and a big text book on his lap he seems to be writing notes very intently. Ilya looks at his face and feels the air leave his lungs he is.. so cute no.. stunning.. he has freckles that cover his checks and nose, and he has glasses that are perched on his nose he has such a cute look on his face, ilya thinks he looks a little like a grumpy kitten. And that's when the boy looks up at him, and oh my god if he wasn't beautiful before see eyes are just the cherry on top they are so dark and round, ilya feels everything change as he stares at the boy, ilya thinks to himself, he will be mine no mater how I will make that boy my boyfriend... and thats when the puck hits in the cheast.
he falls backwards lucky he dosnt hit his head but when he opens his eyes everyone is crowding around him
"rosanov are you ok!' one team member says
"im so sorry rosanov but dude why were you just standing there?" another says
cliff pulls him up " you ok man?"
"da sorry"
"ok! Practise is over! rosanov is ok.. see you guys on Monday" the coach shoots. The team starts to disperse.
"rozy what were you doing you where just spaced out man" cliff says as they walk back to the changing rooms
ilya ignores him more concerned with the boy he saw, and the fact the boy saw him fall.. no, not boy living angel.
turning around to try and spot him again but hes gone. where did he go?
"who was that.. the boy in the stands" ilya says turning back around to cliff
"huh oh ummm I think his name is fuck.. um what is it.. oh, Shane!.. Shane Hollander"
Shane.. Ilya thinks Shane Hollander.. wow..
'who is he?.. why was he here?"
he worries that might come off a big rude but he dosnt care he needs to know every little thing about this Shane Hollander or the angel he saw in those stands.
"oh um i think he comes here sometimes, couse you know rose, the front desk chick? i think she's friends with Svetlana?"
Ilya does know her, very well actually her and svet started dating a few weeks back, but he doesn't bother to correct cliff as he has bigger matters to figure out like the fact he just saw the love of his life.
"da"
"Well I think he's best friends with her, and I know he's mates with Hayden, so I think he comes here to study when they are doing something after roses shift or Hayden practise.. He is a bit of a goody two shoes from what i hear, like he doesn't party or drink all he dose is study, but I hear he's like a genius or something like top of all of his classes.."
That all adds up, as to why he has never seen him around campus or at parties, he sure he would have rembered if he had seen that face before..., but Hayden pike really? Why would someone as smart and amazing as Shane want to hang out with someone like pike? Ilya thinks
" why tho dude, what is all this about"
Речь о том, что я считаю этого парня любовью всей моей жизни. Ilya thinks
"ah nothing just wondering"
cliff gives him a face
"roz please he's just your type..god, please leave that poor boy alone"
ilya just smirks.