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꒰ spelled chapter five ... foolish one ꒱

⠀໒ summary ∘ the tournament is under way and with how much abby and the team have been working, you've barely seen her. but now, after a stressful semi-final win, you're finally hanging out with her for more than thirty minutes at a time. it's unfortunate the happiness and excitement couldn't last long

⠀໒ word count ∘ 4.5k

⠀໒ content warnings ∘ writing is lowkey repetitive at some parts bc i suck at writing hockey despite watching it my whole entire life. alt description: reader and abby say they love each other and then it goes down hill. talia, angst :) abby and reader fight, abby kind of cheats on her (it's messy idfk... they techincally weren't together when it happened but like they kind of were)... um yeah ! enjoy

⠀໒ pearly insights ∘ the chapter we've all been waiting for! or at least i have... idk if anyone else as ecstatic as i was to write it. i apologize very much but i promise it will get better... in a chapter or two

⠀໒ links ∘ spelled masterlist 𓍲 spelled taglist 𓍲 abby anderson masterlist

⠀© pearlybug

You couldn’t remember the last time a hangout with your girlfriend wasn’t sitting down at a cafe for twenty minutes before she was off and running to finish homework before practice, or her falling asleep once she got to your dorm after skating until her feet fell off.

The tournament was weighing on Abby, and you could tell just by the way she was texting. Her texts weren’t lacking love or effort, but they were written messily and came few and far between. You tried not to let it bother you too much; she was doing something important to her, an important career milestone for her, and you didn’t want to distract or put pressure on her because you wanted to hang out.

The week was already long, tests in two of your classes and another project that you thought was the stupidest assignment to fall in your hands. By the time Friday came along, as much as you wanted to support your girlfriend, going to a hockey game was the last thing you wanted to do. Though as much as you would like to curl up in your bed and watch the latest episode of your show, you knew it’d hurt Abby if you didn’t show up.

Sophie stood next to you, staring at the mirror in your dorm as you got ready. Abby’s jersey hanging off your frame, ANDERSON splayed across your upper back. Your hair was styled in your favorite way, which you also knew that deep down, Abby loved when you styled it like that too.

Grabbing your phone and wallet, you and Sophie headed downstairs, where Dina and Talia were waiting to walk with you two to the arena. You spotted them just as they were talking in harsh whispers, but you weren’t able to pick up on what they were saying even when you approached them. You hugged both of them, noticing Dina’s tense expression but waving it off as just nerves.

After greetings were exchanged, the four of you took off in the direction of the arena. Normally you would’ve taken someone’s car, but with Dina’s car in the shop and no one else having a vehicle, you were left traveling by foot.

“How’s it been attending games as a wag?” Dina teased, slipping her hand into yours and swinging it back and forth like you two were children skipping down the street.

Embarrassment flashed in your eyes, a small tug pulling your lips upward, “It’s fine…”

“Oh c’mon.” Talia joined in, even after Dina shot her a warning look, “You’re Abby Anderson’s girlfriend, that’s gotta give you like some power trip, no?”

An uncomfortable feeling tugged at your stomach at the way she worded her question – a power trip? Is that why people thought you were dating her? You bit your lip, unsure of how to respond but eventually finding your voice, “I dunno. She’s just Abby to me.”

You shrugged, and the conversation fell mostly silent after that, mostly chatter about the game and everyone’s feelings about how it would turn out. Soon enough, the lights to Wolf Center popped into view, bright lights standing out like a beacon in the dark.

The parking lot was packed full; even cars were lined up on the neighboring streets, which was sure to cause an issue with the city. Waving to some classmates you recognized, the four of you got in line for the arena, a slight breeze sending a chill up your spine.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous before.” You murmured to Dina, curling into her side so the two of you would stay warm.

She laughed, “You don’t get used to it. I remember how nervous I was last year. God, Ellie thought I was going to vibrate out of my skin.”

“The things we put up with for them.”

Dina nodded, the two of you shuffling closer to the entrance of the arena.

It took twenty minutes for you guys to get in and get settled in your seats; everywhere you looked, there was a crowd of people getting food or in the store selling outrageously priced Bridgehaven merch. There was still quite a bit of time before warmups were even supposed to start, so you got out your phone, trying to calm yourself down.

Another twenty minutes went by before the familiar voice of the announcer came through the speakers to introduce the Wolves who skated onto the ice with practice ease. It took a minute for you to lay eyes on your girlfriend, and when you did, a small exhale left your lips.

Abby was focused during warmups; she was trying so hard not to let her eyes stray and scan the crowd looking for you. She needed to keep her concentration on the game; on how the opposing team was far more physical than they were, on how their center was supposed to go number one in the draft this year, on how she needed to lead her team through whatever they were going to throw at them.

The clock on the jumbotron ticked down, second by second, and somehow that made her uneasy. Last year she wasn’t like this; last year she had one goal in mind, and that was to win the championship. It wasn’t like her goals had changed; it wasn’t like she had more weight added onto her back.

The thing that had changed, however, was you. She wasn’t just playing for herself now, wasn’t trying to prove only to her team and coach that she belonged here, and she deserved captaincy. She was trying to prove to you; trying to prove that she was worthy of you, that she was what everyone made her out to be for the sake of not letting you down.

She glanced up at the clock; two minutes left. Then and only then did she look through the crowd; row after row in section after section. Her eyes finally landed on the student section, and she counted up five rows before she saw you; smiling brightly but with an anxious look in your eye. Her whole world narrowed for a few seconds, taking a deep breath to try and rid herself of the uneasiness she was feeling.

Then, your eyes met hers like that scene in High School Musical when Troy found Gabriela in the stands after a hard hit. She only knew it because you had made her watch the movies over and over again once you discovered she hadn’t seen them.

Her breath hitched slightly, trying to suppress the smile that was creeping up onto her face. She watched as you waved excitedly at her, to which she sent a little one of her own before returning to hitting pucks into the net.

She waited for everyone to get off the ice first and then she followed, now ready to finish what they had started.

𓍼

From the moment the puck hit the ice, the game was a free-for-all. People crashing into the boards as they fought for the puck, goalies making quick work of hitting the piece of rubber away from their net, passes that were so smooth you barely noticed them.

Your heart raced the second Ellie won the faceoff, gripping Dina’s arm as the two of you followed the puck like you were getting paid a million bucks to do so. Sophie tried to chime in with some commentary, and though you loved her to pieces, you quickly shushed her.

The score was not an accurate representation of the excitement of the game ten minutes in. It still showed 0-0 on the screen hanging in the center of the arena, but each team was fighting with all they had to keep it like that. However, the teams were spending most of their time in Bridehaven’s o-zone. And luckily, their relentless shots on net finally paid off 11 minutes and 43 seconds in when one of the left wings slipped the puck just barely past the goalie.

The arena erupted in cheers, Hungry Like the Wolf blared through the speakers, and everyone sang it like their own personal anthem. The five players on the ice for Bridgehaven collided in a mess of hugs while the bench tapped their sticks in applause.

But the high only lasted so long when two minutes later the light above the opposing team’s net lit up as well. Sporadic claps echoed the rink, but the majority of the fans now had frowns on their faces as they watched the others jump up and down in excitement. This was going to be a long game.

And long it was; throughout all three periods, it would go back and forth. The Wolves would score one, but before too long, the other team would score too. That was, until the last 20 seconds of the third period when Bridgehaven was suddenly trailing by one.

People were no longer glued to their seats; standing and watching like that would somehow will their team to do better. Tensions rose during the last seconds, eyes going from one side of the rink to the other as they tried to keep up with what was happening.

When all hope was lost, the seconds went by in what felt like hours, is when Abby was able to steal the puck from one of their forwards, skating as fast as she possibly could to the net, passing it to Ellie in a last chance to mess up their concentration.

Ellie barely had any time to set up a good shot, so she did the only thing she could: shoot. And by some miracle, the puck slipped between the goalie’s leg and hit the back of the net with .2 seconds left in the third period.

Everyone celebrated like it was the final goal to secure the championship game as they crowded around Ellie, giving her pats on the head before she skated down the bench and received high fives from everyone else.

You hugged Dina tightly, squealing, “Holy shit!”

Overtime started in the blink of an eye; one minute you were bouncing your knee anxiously, and the next Bridgehaven lost the faceoff. You held both Dina and Sophie’s hands tightly, almost breaking their hands, but they didn’t seem to mind much, squeezing back just as tightly to try and soothe both theirs and your nerves.

The puck bounced between the opposing team's players as they tried to get a shot on net, but eventually one of Bridgehaven’s forwards took hold of it and started their run. Shoulders were tense, breaths were held, and sweat dripped from everyone in that arena even if they weren’t the ones playing.

Twenty minutes felt like enough and not enough time for either of the teams to score; the waiting was agony in disguise. There were a few close shots, one that sent a ripple of “aw’s” through the stands and one that made everyone cheer when the goalie batted it away with inches to spare.

Everyone had to wait 17 minutes for someone to score, and once the puck went past the opposing team's goalie, everyone cheered loud enough to rupture a few eardrums. Bridgehaven was going to the championship game for the fifth year in a row.

You watched as the team dogpiled the goal scorer, gloves and sticks strewn across the ice because celebrating was more important. Normally it would be heartbreaking to see the defeat on the other team’s faces, but you couldn’t contain your excitement and pride for your girlfriend and her teammates.

Everyone started to leave, but the four of you waited them out, making your way down to the front row in order to catch a glimpse of Ellie and Abby. Ellie spotted you guys first, nudging her captain’s side to garner her attention.

They wasted no time skating up to where you were standing, both of them placing their hands on the glass so you could place your own against them. You tried your hardest to talk through the boards, but between the speakers still playing the fight song and the rest of the fans who were still in attendance yelling, it was difficult to understand.

You caught a few words: party, tonight, sigma theta phi. It didn’t take too long for you to put together what your girlfriend was asking you. You nodded enthusiastically, giving her a thumbs up.

“I’m proud of you!”

She grinned, “I love you.”

Your breath caught, not needing any help trying to decipher her message. A slow smile made its way onto your lips, “I love you too.”

𓍼

By the time you and the group got to the frat house, the party was already in full swing. In reality, the team shouldn’t even be partying; the championship game was on Sunday, and with only a day between now and then, they all knew to take their drinking lightly.

Bodies crashed into you with every step you took as you tried to find Abby, who, five minutes in, was still nowhere to be found. You played it off as her being the team captain and were probably being passed around to various groups of friends who wanted to congratulate her or offer her words of encouragement for Sunday.

You felt a tug on your arm, spinning around to find Sophie, who simply pointed to a corner of the room where your girlfriend was, a bright smile gracing your lips. You quickly made your way to where she was, ignoring the conversation she was in to throw your arms around her neck and hug her closely.

“You won!”

Abby chuckled lowly, pulling back so she could kiss you. “We did.”

“I’m so proud of you; I knew you could do it.”

She stared down at you, a fond expression written across her face as she tucked you into her side, introducing you to a few of her friends that she didn’t find through the frat or the team. She offered to go and grab you a drink, but you waved her off, not wanting to be parted from her now that you knew where she was.

The next hour of the party was spent socializing, or well, Abby was socializing. You were just following her around like a puppy dog because you didn’t know many people here, and even if you did, you didn’t have the energy to talk after the already taxing day you had.

But soon, the pressure on your bladder that you were ignoring grew to an unbearable pressure, and you reached up to press a kiss to Abby’s cheek, “I’m going to the bathroom; I’ll be back.”

She shot you a questioning look. “You want me to come with?”

With a shake of your head and a reassuring smile, you wandered off towards one of the bathrooms, waiting in line before slipping in to regain composure. You were gone for longer than you expected, long enough that the people waiting for the bathroom had doubled in length and the person behind you had to bang on the door to get you to hurry up.

You walked out sheepishly, apologizing before heading to the kitchen to find whatever non-alcoholic beverage you could get your hands on. One of Abby’s teammates recognized you instantly, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge to throw at you.

You caught it less than gracefully, but no one paid any mind. Your thanks were barely heard over the noise level, but the girl nodded at you before turning back to her friends, leaving you to navigate your way back to Abby, or wherever she was now.

Somehow, the party was even more crowded than before; where they all came from, you didn’t know. But unlike earlier, you were able to spot Abby with no problem; however, you were 100% positive that it had nothing to do with you wanting to find her.

You spotted her near the middle of the house, where there should’ve been more than enough bodies to cover her from your line of sight. It felt like you were in some movie, where the camera zoomed in directly on you and needed a clear pathway to pan to what you were staring at.

The lights flickered overhead so much so that you thought you were imagining Talia pressed up against Abby. You blinked once, and then twice, and then a third time just for good measure – the third time was the charm, right? You weren’t so sure three was your lucky number at this point because now you only saw them kissing.

You didn’t want to wait around to see if Abby would push her off or wait to see if Talia was grinning so slyly when they finally parted that it must’ve been her initiating it instead of your girlfriend. You turned on your heel quickly, missing the way Abby’s eyes flickered around the room and her heart dropped to her stomach when she saw the way you practically ran out of the house.

“Y/n?” Ellie’s voice was quiet and questioning as you ran into her, tears already streaming down your face. “What happened?”

No words came from your mouth in response; you only looked to where Abby and Talia were still standing, Abby’s hand frozen against Talia’s hip like she was shell-shocked. Ellie’s face hardened at the sight. “Let me take you home. Or Dina. Or Soph.”

“I-” you shook your head, “I can’t.”

“Y/n!”

You whipped your head around to see Abby barreling towards you, everyone in her way parting in order for her to make her way through. You weren’t in the right state of mind to hear what she had to say, so you did the only other thing you could do: leave.

You ignored her calls and Ellie’s voice demanding an answer to whatever the hell just happened. You made it to the door, sucking in a deep breath once you made it outside into the fresh air. People were scattered across the front lawn, almost everyone with drinks in their hands while they watched someone else do a dumb trick that was probably the result of choosing dare in a childish game.

The sidewalk took the brunt of your sadness as you slammed your feet on the concrete, desperate to get away from the house. Though no matter how much distance you put between you and Sigma Theta Phi, Abby gobbled it up within a matter of seconds.

“Baby, please.”

You shook your head but didn’t turn around, continuing your way back to the central part of campus where your dorm building was. You could hear her breathing behind you, like she was a gnat and you were the only source of light she could find at that given moment.

Her arm wrapped around your waist, halting you in your mission to be as far from her as possible. “Let me explain.”

You finally turned to face her, eyes watery. “Explain what? That you kissed her?”

“Okay, well, yes- but not in the way that you think. She kissed me.”

“How cliché can you get, Abby?” Your voice shook and cracked, trying your best to continue walking.

Abby wasn’t having it, though, tightening her grip on you so you could hear what she had to say, “It was nothing I wanted to do. You have to believe me.”

“I knew there was something between you guys when we met up for that project. You were acting weird, and I mean weird.”

Her face softened. “I know, I should’ve told you, baby.”

“What happened?”

“I-”

“Abigail, what happened?”

She froze at the sound of her government name falling from your mouth. She’d never heard it so broken and harsh before. You never called her that, not unless you were teasing her about taking a shower or trying to get out of bed when she held you captive against her.

“She- we hooked up a few times last year, nothing that ever became serious. Way before I knew you existed.” She explained tightly, like the thought of her sleeping with Talia caused her to throw up.

“That’s it? That’s what you were so nervous to tell me about?”

You watched as her face changed; it was brief and nothing more than her scrunching her nose and shutting her eyes tightly. But you noticed; god, you noticed every single little fucking thing about her, and right now it irritated you to your core.

“What?” Your voice was soft, scared of what the next words out of her mouth would be.

A beat passed, then two, and your anxiety levels were increasing with each second that she didn’t answer. “What, Abby?”

“I-” Her head tilted up, tears of her own threatening to fall. “There was- in November.”

You froze. “November?”

“It started after our first game. Everyone was giving me shit for going soft because I let you wear my jersey, and I thought that it meant that it was affecting my performance.” She tried to explain, but your mind was already racing so fast that you got to the conclusion before anything else was said.

“Did you sleep with her?”

Her heart cracked at your solemn expression, like you knew what was coming. “I texted her that night, after you left and I was in the locker room. But nothing happened. Not until a few weeks later. It was a bad night, y/n/n. I got hurt in the third period; I barely put my stick on the puck.”

You remembered the game; the team was in Boston, across the country. Abby had texted you after the team boarded the bus to the airport with texts that consisted of her stating she was fine, but she didn’t really want to talk.

“Someone said some stupid shit that I shouldn’t have taken to heart, but I did. And when we got back, I went to Talia’s.” Her voice was shaky; she didn’t believe the words that were coming from her mouth even though she was there.

You couldn’t respond even if you wanted to; a lump sat heavy in your throat, preventing you from doing anything but standing there and staring at her.

“Baby… please say something, anything.”

“Why?”

Abby blinked. “Huh?”

“Why act like you love me and deny every rumor that’s been going around when you were so willing to go and sleep with someone else?”

“I wasn’t acting-”

“Five months, Abby! Five fucking months you texted me and told me that I was the one you wanted to be with. Told me that I didn’t have to worry about what anyone else was saying because they weren’t in our relationship. Said that everyone was just jealous that I was the one who stole your heart away. And for four of those months, you were hiding the fact that you slept with someone else.”

“I meant those things, baby. I did. We weren’t even together when it happened-”

“Do not play that game with me, Abby. You could’ve asked! You waited four months to ask me, and I had to be the one to tell you that I wanted to be asked! Was me spending late nights talking to you over the phone, me showing up to countless hockey games because you wanted me there, me offering to do homework at the library with you just so you could focus better not enough for you to realize I wanted to be your girlfriend?”

She ran a hand over her face, palm sweaty, but she didn’t pay any mind to it. “Of course it was enough; you are enough. I want to be with you; I want to come home to you and listen to you ramble about your day; I want you to be the only person in the stadium wearing my jersey.

“From the second I met you, I knew I wanted to be yours and that I wanted to make you mine. I was just scared that once you and I started dating, you would see a side of me you didn’t like, that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore, and that we would break up and I wouldn’t even be able to talk to you anymore.”

“Well, congratulations then; you were correct.” Your voice was hoarse from the sobs you had let out. “I don’t want anything to do with you; I don’t want to wear your jersey, I don’t want to step foot into that house again, I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t even want to see you anymore.”

“Baby, no, please, just talk to me-” Her voice cracked, panic flooding her veins because you were doing the very thing she was scared of happening.

“No, Abby, I can’t. You said you didn’t want anyone but me; you said that even before you slept with her. I don’t care that we weren’t dating; those words meant something to me. Obviously they didn’t mean anything to you.”

“They did! Every single word I said to you, I meant it. Please, can we figure something out? I don’t want to lose you.”

You shook your head and stepped back, letting her hands fall from your waist and hang at her sides limply. You walked away without another word, tears finally being allowed to fall as you headed back to your dorm, where a pint of ice cream you were saving for celebration was waiting.

The door to your space shut behind you, a soft click echoing through the room. Your sweats were on in record time, your fingers clicking your TV remote trying to find your favorite movie. Your bed welcomed you easily, but to you, it felt as cold as the ice cream in your hands.

Meanwhile, Abby hadn’t moved from her place on the sidewalk since you left her there. Her championship-bound t-shirt clung uncomfortably to her skin despite the cool air that swept through the outskirts of Bridgehaven campus.

She eventually got the will to move inside; by the time she did, the party had thinned out drastically. Maybe she was out there longer than she thought she was, or maybe everyone had moved outside to watch the downfall of her relationship once they caught wind of what was happening.

She knew whispers would be spreading from friend group to friend group, and by the morning everyone would be talking about how you should’ve been more careful with her, that you should’ve gotten away while your feelings had yet to take root.

Ellie stood near the entrance, no doubt waiting for her to wander back inside. Abby ignored everyone, casting sideways glances at her as she buried her head into Ellie’s shoulder and let out a sob. She had never felt like this before, never had her heart twist so violently that she’d rather it be ripped out and stomped on so the pain would go away quicker.

The short-haired girl didn’t know what to do; she had never seen her roommate and best friend act like this before. She looked for her girlfriend for help, but Dina only shrugged, equally as confused and helpless as Ellie.

ⓘ BRIDGEHAVEN UNIVERSITY NOTICEBOARD UPDATE ˎˊ˗

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