Possessive Puckboy

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Connor</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Finding out those closest to me don't see me as the great guy I think I am not only kicks me in the gut it makes me question everything.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Until that happened I didn't think I had many regrets in my life. Now I have nothing but regrets. And when my NHL team is bought out and the new owner makes his presence known my existential crisis kicks up a notch. Because he might be my biggest regret of all.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Parker Duchene.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I made his life a living hell in high school and now he's inserting himself into my career to repay the favor.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>With everything in my personal life already on the line I can't risk hockey too. I need to figure out a way to play nice with the new owner.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Parker</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I bought Colorado's NHL team to honor my late father. I did. Only reason.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Emotionally playing with one of my many high school tormentors is a nice bonus though.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Connor Kikishkin may be the one who made me the target for years of name-calling but I've always wondered if my hatred for him bordered too much on the obsessive side to truly be classified as hate.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Infatuation is probably the right word for it.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now his whole life is in my hands and I can't wait to see him beg for my mercy. Seeing Mr. Popular find his humility will definitely ease the grief from losing my dad ... right? Because right now that's all I have and I need to hold on to it so I don't crumble.</span></p><p></p>