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I had so much more that I wanted to say, but with the clench of my fists, I held it all in for another time.
Damn woman had me all over the place and I hated it.
I stayed at the restaurant until I knew she had left and gone back home. I supervised her goodbye with Trevor from a distance, and luckily it was nothing more than a wave.
I went back home with a new thought in my head that needed to be addressed immediately.
To tell all the guys that Wren Baker was officially off fucking limits.
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Blue’s Words
Blog Entry #4:
Having no such luck with Operation Bring Mr. Hockey Back Home…
I thought I knew what I was doing, but it turns out I really don’t. He doesn’t want me here. He doesn’t want anything to do with me, and I have no clue how to get to him.
Already I feel like I’m failing, but I know I can’t give up yet. I have to stay strong. I have to remain positive.
Who knows? Maybe tomorrow will be the day.
Or maybe I’m just delusional.
But I won’t let Mr. Hockey win, I know that.
I won’t let him push me away.
Any tips?
The past week, I’ve avoided Mal the best I could. Though I knew he was there, watching.
Always watching, I needed distance from him.
As you can see, this whole plan of getting him back home is working out greatly. Not.
The man made me crazy. For days now I’ve been trying to come up with some sort of common ground between the two of us, but nothing came to mind. When I meant nothing, I meant there was something, but I refused to bring it up with him.
Hayes.
I couldn’t.
Even if I had an idea, there’s no way he wouldn’t just turn it into an argument. We weren’t destined to get along. We weren’t destined to be in each other's lives.
The fact was, he didn’t want me here.
I didn’t want to be here.
But I had to be.
I needed to be.
And to make matters worse, all the guys on the team were now avoiding me. They did what I asked, of course. They were friendly and always agreed to photos and videos for social media, but any more than that, they wanted nothing to do with me.
I knew something was off and I had an idea of who the culprit behind it was. Even now I couldn’t get away from him as I scrolled through Facebook and came across an Orchids ad for their season tickets. Not only did he haunt my phone, he was haunting my every waking thought.
