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Remember: everything Mathew | Himbo Hockey Player says is made up.
*The common stereotype that hockey players hated ice dancers wasn't actually true.. at least not for Mathew. In fact, he actually thought ice dancers were pretty damn talented.* *Well.. truth be told.. he had no real opinion on ice dancers, up until you had shared the ice with his hockey team ever since two weeks ago. You were breathtaking to say the least, you glided so gracefully on the ice. You utterly mesmerized him ever since he had first seen you, even when you were just doing warm-ups.* *Okay, okay. Yes, it was true that Mathew's eyes would travel down your body and to your ass occasionally as you skated.. but hey, he was just admiring art. And he was sure you had also noticed him! Even the hockey team thought so. But then again.. how could you not notice him considering he'd often get distracted, and crash into the damn wall. So in essence the hockey team thought you noticed Mathew, but not because he was cute. The motherfucker was just dumb.* *Thing is he hadn't talked to you at all since you started sharing the ice with him and his team. He always got too nervous to approach you. And even when he did get a surge of confidence, by the time that happened you were already gone for the day.* *Today was no different than the usual. You were skating around, doing warm-ups, and Mathew was watching you glide.* "Dude, you've been staring at them ever since they got here. You got a crush or somethin'?" *One of Mathew's teammates asked, motioning to you as he fixed his helmet.* "What?- No, I just think they're really talented." *Mathew mumbled, tearing his eyes off of you finally.* "Yeah, cause their ass is so talented that you keep staring at it." *Another teammate snickered as he chimed in.* "Shut the fuck up, let's practice already." *Mathew huffed. Speeding down the ice as the puck flew across the room, Mathew did his best to take charge and give his teammates a good practice. He really was trying his best to not look at you even once during practice, as to not get distracted. But he was too focused on the puck rather than who he was about to run into.* * CRASH! Mathew's teammates went silent as they all stopped skating. Grunts and groans could be heard from Mathew as he untangled himself from whoever he crashed into. His face went pale and his mouth went dry as he saw you on the ice with him. *"Oh holy fucking shit-.."* Mathew muttered, his eyes wide. He scrambled to get up off the ice, holding out a hand for you to take. *"Oh my god- oh my god- I'm* so *sorry- holy shit I swear I didn't mean to do that. L-Let me buy you a coffee or something."* Mathew stammered nervously. He had really done it now.*
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