Tortured

Still Milan's POV

"Morning sleepyhead!" I laughed as she woke up.

"Hey." she said.

"So, I didn't catch your name last night." I said.

"Oh, I'm Chantelle." she smiled.

"Beautiful name." I said.

"Thanks." she replied.

"You wanna hang out today?" I asked.

"Sure. I will just have to get past Brandon." she sighed.

"No, let me give him a piece of my mind." I said.

"Sweet!" I heard her mumble.

"I heard that." I laughed.

3 Hours Later:

Chantelle's POV

Milan and I went over to Brandon's house.

He banged on the door. There was not an answer yet, Brandon's car was in the driveway. Or should I say stolen car. He stole it from some chick. Never got caught. He fucken got away with it.

Milan knocked again, no answer. So, he banged the door down. I saw Brandon sleeping.

I woke him up by screaming.

"BRANDON! WAKE UP!" I yelled.

"Wha huh? Oh hey babe!" he said.

"Don't call me that." I hissed.

"Why not?" he came over and kissed me.

"Brandon, stop." I said.

"No." he replied.

"SHE SAID STOP!" Milan yelled.

"Oh Mr.Hockey player's standing up for my Chantelle? That's adorable but, Chantelle, I thought I told you NO hockey players?" he said.

"Shut the fuck up asshole." Milan had Brandon by the collar of his shirt.

"What are you gonna do if I don't?" Brandon mocked.

"This." Milan punched him right in the nose.

They kept going back and forth til Milan KO'ed the bastard.

"Thanks Looch!" I said.

"No problem now let's get him outta here." he said.

"Where are we taking him?" I asked.

"To the cops." Milan said.

We dragged him out to the backseat of Milan's car.

We got to the police station.

"Well well, well, what do we have here?" the cop said.

Milan explained everything.

"So, you beat him up for abusing this lovely young lady?" the cop asked.

"Yes, please don't put me away. I got hockey to play," Milan begged.

"Oh don't worry Mr.Lucic. We are putting this creep away forever." the cop said.

"Why?" I asked.

"He abused you, remember?" Milan asked.

"Oh yeah. Go ahead!" I smirked.

"Jensen! Michaels! Take this creep away." the officer in front of us said.

They did as told,

Soon we were outta there and Brandon was out of our lives forever!

"So, about doing stuff today, I'm in now!" I said.

"Sweet! What do you wanna do today?" he asked.

"I dunno. What about you?"

"Do you know how to skate?" he asked.

"No." I replied.

"Well, you wanna learn?" he asked.

"Sure." I smiled. "But, can we stop back at the apartment building? I gotta get outta these chlothes. I feel like yuck." I asked.

"Yeah. I had to stop there anyway." he replied.

We got to the building, and went to our apartments.

I walked into mine went straight up to my room and changed.

I grabbed my Lucic jersey and sprinted downstairs.

As I headed out the door, I struggled with my jersey.

"Need help?" a voice asked.

I looked over and it was Milan.

"Yes, please." I said.

He helped me get it on.

I locked my door and we left.

"So, I'm your favorite player,eh?" he asked.

"Yup." I said.

We got to the TD Garden.

Milan's POV

We hit the ice after putting skates on.

"Milan! Don't let me fall." Chantelle panicked.

"I won't! I promise." I said.

After 20 minutes, I let go and she was skating with out assistance.

She looked so beautiful in my jersey.

"You know how to play hockey?" I asked.

"Yeah. I just didn't know how to skate." she replied.

"Great." I replied.

I skated over and grabbed two sticks and a puck.

"Let's see how good you are." I challenged.

"Oh, are you challenging me Mr.Lucic?" she asked.

"Yes, I believe I am." I smirked.

"Okay," she replied.

She took the puck took it to Centre ice.

"Go!" I yelled.

She took it down, shot it from the blue line, and scored.

"HOLY SHIT GIRL!" I exclaimed.

"What?" she asked.

"That was amazing." I said.

"Thanks." she replied.

About an hour later, we found eachother sitting on the ice talking.

I couldn't help myself and kissed her. Surprisingly she kissed back.

"Whoa! Looch is gettin' some with a hot chick!" someone yelled.

Chantelle and I pulled apart and got up and looked to see who it was. It was of course Seguin and Marchand.

"Who's the babe?" Seguin smirked.

"Chantelle, she's my neighbor." I said.

"She hot!" Marchand smirked.

"Don't get any ideas Marchy! I'm not interested in you." Chantelle said.

"Why not? I have good looks." he pouted.

That caused Segs, Chantelle and I to laugh.

About 3 hours later, we were at Chantelle's apartment. We were watching the Stars vs Canucks game. Chantelle and I were going for the Stars because we both hate the Canucks.

"YEAH!!" we both cheered as the Stars won in overtime.

"I had fun today." Chantelle smiled.

"Me too. We should do it again sometime." I said.

"Yeah we should!" she agreed with me.

"I gotta go. Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe." she said.

"Okay, stay safe tonight!" I said.

"You too." she replied.

I hugged her then left.

When I got back to my place, I realized something. I was falling for Chantelle.