A/N Any symbols will be in the start of every authors note so you can see them throughout the book.
Anything in italics is a flashback.
Anything in bold is a thought to herself.
Anything with < and > indicate a text.
To start and end a chapter, I use *****.
To do a time skip, I use ~~~.
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I awoke the next morning to a body behind me. I looked around to realize I was at my own place, no need to hurry out this time. When I felt the guy behind me shuffling, I stayed still. If an awkward encounter can be avoided, it should be. The bed groaned as he stood up, probably putting his clothes back on. Just before I heard him leave my bedroom, he yawned, indicating that it must be fairly early.
I checked my phone when I hear the front door shut, the time read 7:00am. I was astounded that he woke up so early to leave. The situation with most one nights stands was, I had to fake being asleep for three or four hours. Most would not wake up until eleven or twelve, and it was hell. Which is my reasoning for having the preference of going to their house, I can leave at seven and go on with my day.
As much as I would like to lounge around all day, I knew exactly how that works out for me. Bad experiences in high school resulted in my gym membership. I slipped on a pair of Nike leggings, a sports bra, a Nike sweater, and, of course, my Nike runners. I put my long, curly blonde hair up into a ponytail, only bothering to put on a bit of mascara. After brushing my teeth, I grabbed my backpack, containing my clothes for after, and slipped out the front door.
On the way to the gym, I walked past the Air Canada Centre. There was group of teenage girls, discussing the team players, I assumed.
"Mitch is so cute, he just seems so innocent and fun." One girl, with short brown hair, squealed.
Mitch. That name rings a bell. Where do I know a Mitch from?
I pondered that thought, shaking it off after I could not figure it out.
Once I arrived at the gym, it was, shockingly, quite empty. Besides a some guys working out on the other side of the gym, I was alone to do my thing.

*Auston's POV*

"Willy, isn't that the girl Mitch left with last night?" I nudged William with my elbow, gesturing to the blonde.
He turned around to look, "It sure is." He confirmed, looking a little longer. "He must have left early. I wouldn't have." He laughed, JVR eavesdropping, laughing as well.
"Neither would I, she is hot." James agreed, smirking. The girl must have felt us staring, she looked up to see us. A smirk plastered against her face as our faces reddened. She walked past us to go to a different machine, winking on the way.
"Boys! Pay attention." The personal trainer snapped at us, our heads turning back to him.

*Opal's POV*

The group of guys, that were here before me, began to stare at me. I was used to it, wasn't the first time. I purposefully walked by, swaying my hips and giving a wink there way. Once their faces reddened, I felt accomplished and prideful.
After about an hour at the gym, I was finally done. It was getting really packed so I left as quickly as I could. The guys were still there though, and I couldn't help but notice how hot they were. They couldn't know that though. I winked at the blondie just before I walked out, feeling his eyes burning holes into me.
Once I was finally back at my apartment, I chugged a glass of milk and washed some fruit, placing it in a bowl. I made my way to my bedroom to clean up the aftermath of last night, coming across a grey sweater. I picked it up, noticing it was certainly not mine. On the front was a maple leaf, with the words 'Toronto Maple Leafs'.
I suppose the guy was a bit of a hockey fan. I thought to myself, throwing it in the pile of things other guys have left here. I gave each guy a month to pick it up, if they haven't by then, I sell it or keep it for myself. I figured, its only fair, why should I keep their junk around?
I heard my Maisie get out of bed once I was almost done cleaning. I heard her staggering through the hallway, knocking something over on the way. I jumped up, peaking through my door, not seeing her anywhere. I walked out a bit further and saw her resting her head on the kitchen table, her short, ginger hair sprawled on her shoulders.
"Tired, Mais?" I asked her, snickering. I walked over to the fridge to grab a water, leaning against the counter after.
"That was the worst shift I've ever had to do. Do you know how many guys hit on me?" She complained to me, letting out a yawn afterwards. She pushed some of her hair behind her ear, a habit she's had for years, even trying while her hair was a pixie cut.
"Hey, you're hot, if I was a drunk dude, I would totally hit on you." I confessed to her with a smile on my face.
"Oh, wonderful. Well, anyways, was your night any better?" She sighed and walked in my direction, leaning opposite of me.
I sipped my water before answering, "I guess you could say that." I smirked, sipping again.
"Who did you hook up with this time?" She laughed and rolled her eyes.
I placed my water down and crossed my arms, "I don't remember his name, but he was a bit different than who I normally hook up with. He was a bit scrawny, I believe. Had a really cheesy smile, but something had drawn me to him." I explained to her, thinking hard about him. "He's also a fan of the Toronto Maple Leafs, he left a sweater here." I added on once I remembered.
Her face lit up with a grin, eyes wide, "Ooh, maybe we should watch the game tonight and see if he's in the crowd? I believe it's home opener tonight."
"Dude, I seriously doubt he'll be there." I rolled my eyes at her, she's really quite naïve.
She gave me a disappointed scowl, probably from my lack of enthusiasm. "It's worth a shot, I want to watch the game anyways." I gave into her after a bit of pleading.
To waste some time before the game tonight, Maisie suggested going shopping for a new dress. Our plan was to watch the Toronto game, then go out for a few drinks to either celebrate a win or drink our sorrows away from a loss.
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