Chapter 8

Chapter 8

 

                  I walked to the  locker room after the game, the Penguins won in a shootout, 3-2. I waited outside until the press cleared out, and then went inside to celebrate with Sid. Or I assumed. I felt a blindfold go over my eyes. “What the hell..” I murmered.

“Sorry Cals, but whenever one of us gets a new girlfriend, we have to put them through a few events to prove them worthy.” I heard Marc-Andre snicker.

“Like what……” I did bargain for this.

“You know the normal stuff. Make you wash his underwear, make you all of his disguiting food obsessions..make you strip and run around the ice.”

“DO WHAT? I fucking ref-“I started to protest strongly.

Jordan Staal patted me on the cheek, “Fine, we’ll let you wear a bra. But if you want to become one of the pack, you’re going to have to.”

I sighed, “I’m up for everything, but I can’t do the food thing. It’s bad for my health.”

“Oh sweetheart, please don’t be one of the girls with the “OMG I CAN’T EAT ANYTHING WITH CARBS!”.” Kris Letang practically begged me.

“I’m serious, I’m diabetic. It could put me in a coma, and I don’t think Sidney would be too happy if that happened.” I explained.

“Ohh yeaa, that wouldn’t be any fun. Fine, we’re just make you lick a toothbrush that we shove up a dog’s ass.” Max replied.

I groaned, “This sucks. Please don’t keep me up too long, I have a practice early tomorrow.”

Marc grabbed my arm, “Let’s start with washing the underwear,” they dragged me to the bathroom and put a piece of cloth that I presumed was boxers. “Who’s is this..?” It better not be some 80 year old mans…

“Your lover’s.” Marc responded with a smirk.

I turned a deep red and nearly dropped them. “Someone’s embaaarassed.”

 

I washed them quickly, not bothering to dry them before whipping them at some one’s head.

“EW! Sid’s boxers on my HEAD!” Kris Letang shrieked like an 8 year old girl.

“At least they’re clean, and you didn’t have to wash them.” I retorted.

 

“Dude, I got the toothbrush ready!” Max said excitedly and handed it to me.

“This is horrible and disguiting, and I if I end up getting some creepy ass diesese, I am totally sueing you.” I stuck it in my mouth and began brushing my teeth. It didn’t taste bad or anything..but just knowing where it was, made me shudder.

 

Tyler Kennedy smiled, “Now here’s the best part. Take off your shirt, drop the pants, put on Sidney’s boxers, and get on your skates.”

“And know this is creepy perverted.”

“Creepy perverted?” Matt Cooke asked.”

“As in creepy old man perverted,” I stated, hoping my glare made it through the blindfolds. I easily laced my skates up, and then pulled off my shirt. Some guys cat whistled and clapped.

“Good boobs, you’ve passed one test.”

“Ha ha very funny,” I put on Sidney’s boxers over my underwear “Let’s get this over with.”

 

I skated around a couple times, before smacking into the wall. I groaned and lied there for a couple minutes, my pride completely deflated.

Flower laughed, “Come on Calli, you can come back in now.”

 

I dragged myself off the ice, and put my shirt back on and changed back into my jeans.

“I’m proud to say that you’ve passed the girlfriend test with flying colors. Sid is so lucky to have you, hopefully he doesn’t screw up.”

 I laughed and went home and my phone immediately began to ring.

“Sid?” I said groggily. “I hate you.”

“Aww Cals, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I’ll give you my hot body as a reward for going through that.”

I blushed even though he couldn’t see me, “That cheers me up so much. Seriously, you’re lucky you play hockey. I only fall for hockey players.”

“And its good you’re a hunk,” I paused to giggle, “you’re my hockeyhunk.”

He laughed, “Did you seriously just call me that?” I sighed happily, “Totally.”

“Night Calligirl, sleep tight.”