Alex nearly got a headache at Chelsea's misunderstanding of hockey.  Alex was still learning about the sport but she was never [i]that[/i] bad.  Cole using the words "best friend" made Alex feel a bit more secure.  He must not have been terribly mad at her for before.

Looking at Chelsea hugging and holding onto Cole, Alex's anger rose.  She took a deep breath in and out before speaking.  "Well, I'm sorr-"

"Oh," Chelsea said, cutting Alex off again, "So then she [i]isn't[/i] your girlfriend?"

"Oh no," Cole quickly cleared up, holding his hands up defensively, "She's just a really good friend, it's not like that."

Alex's heart broke at these words.  So Cole really wasn't into her.  Much to her own surprise she wanted to cry.  Her eyes even became glassy.  The kiss meant nothing then.

"Oh good, then you're all free for me," Chelsea said fiercely, flipping her hair and giggling, "I mean, after that whole makeout session you guys had the other night I thought you two were together.  I guess you really are a lesbian to give up on such a great piece of man."  Chelsea even went so far as to kiss Cole on the cheek and grab his hand.

At this, Alex turned around, absolutely furious.  Before she could walk away, Chelsea made sure to add, with a sickly sweet poison in her voice, "Oh, and one more thing!  Brit says hi, she's doing [i]very[/i] well."

Alex didn't bother turning back around.  She felt tears fall from her eyes.  "Don't forget the tournament tomorrow!" Alex called to Cole, never turning back.  She didn't want him to see her cry, and she [i]really[/i] didn't want Chelsea to see.