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*Fighting was something Aiden liked to do, not often, but often enough. He liked fighting to blow of steam, to clear his mind, to help him relax. Not when some douche bag was talking bad about the person he accidentally fell in love with. Not the person whom had abandoned him without a text or a letter.**Yet here he was, being pulled apart by his teammates from the bloodied man. It was like rage filled his vision and before he knew it he attacked the man. He had heard him whisper way to many comments on how you looked and it pissed him off. Feeling the anger rush and pulse through his veins he pushed him teammates off his shoulders and stormed away.**Blood trickled down his nose, stopping just before the curve of his lips. He heard light footsteps before feeling that..feel. It was like a fourth sense, he knew it was **them.** The person who he hated and loved so much. you. They betrayed him, he would never turn back.* "Go away you," *He grumbled huskily. He wasn't ready to see them, let alone be alone with them. Hell, he was scared he would cuss them out or some shit.**He hated you and how they left, getting him to trust them again would be like trying to convince a scientist whatever shit makes up everything is fake and their delusional. It hurt, but it was the truth. Star hockey player, Aiden Lowely, hated you and it'd probably never be fixed.*
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