Summary:

“Can you believe it? How the hell did he end up bagging her?” Ilya stared, brain not comprehending what his body already seemed to, that Hollander was dating- “Rose fuckin’ Landry! How does the lamest guy in the League-” He knew that smile. He thought it was for him, just for him. But it wasn't. “No,” he whispered. His stomach spasmed. “You good, Roz?” Why would he- How could he- They were holding hands… “Rozanov? What the fuck?” He jumped up from the table and stumbled for the front door, just barely making it through before the first mass of petals came up. He heaved as he ran, trying desperately to get away from the pavement, somewhere he could hide what was happening. Unfortunately, his teammates had followed, because of course they would. He saw a photo of Shane Hollander holding hands with a movie star and promptly threw up. Who wouldn't be curious?