Chapter 9

I woke up at 5 the next morning, mumbling about how stupid it is to have early morning practices. I grabbed my bag and pillow, and slept on the 20 minute ride to the ice rink. Marissa, one of the freshman defenseman and my best friend on the team, handed me a coffee.

“Hmm thanks. You know exactly what I need.” She laughed. “Who doesn’t need coffee right now? The seniors would never admit it because they are “experienced” and “are used to getting up early”, but I bet they had five coffees on the way over.”

I grinned, “And they’re going to be sneaking in some energy bars in between whistles.” I dumped out my water bottle and filled it with coffee, “Who needs water, and who says coffee needs to be kept warm?”

She laughed again and we skated out. I had an alright practice, I know I could have done better. But my mind kept drifting to a certain sexy boy with brown hair and these honey brown eyes…

 

After practice, I pulled my hair up in a bun and left all of my under-arm stuff on, just putting on a jean skirt over the long leggings. I was too tired to do anything. I went back to my room and slept for awhile, just sprawled out on my bed. I woke up to my cell phone ringing, already annoyed at whoever woke me up.”

“Hello?” I said groggily, but in an annoyed tone.

“Babe? Did I wake you up? I’m so sorry..but it’s 1:00 PM why the hell are you sleeping?” I heard Sidney laughing.

“5 AM practice, jack ass.”

“Ouch, those are tough. I bet you played great though. Anyway, do you think you could drag your hot ass out of bed and go to my game tonight? You can sit in the box office with Mario.”

My heart skipped a beat, “Box.office.?”

“Yes darling, box office.” He replied, slightly confused.

“It’s just always been a dream of mine..nevermind. Yes, that sounds great.” I said, shutting up.

“Great, meet me in the locker room at…5ish. Make sure you look sexy though, we could go out after the game.”

“Mmmm will do. Bye babe.” I then hung up. I spent the rest of the day studying.

 

I was cursing calcius and history when I realized it was 4:30. Oh shit, I better get going. I changed into a short jean skirt with a few holes in it, and a small Penguin’s Crosby shirt. I giggled, knowing how he loves it when I wear his jerseys. For once, I straightened my hair, and put on some mascara and eyeshadow. I shoved a lip gloss in my pocket, shoved on my converse, and ran out the door.

 

On the bus ride there, I realized that I was in love with Sidney. I know it’s just been a few weeks but..every time I talk to him I get those same tingling feelings. I got to Mellon Arena, eager to see him. I was standing around in the locker room when two hands covered my eyes. “Guess who?”

“Hmm, this is heard to guess. I have to say Elvis.”

“Nahh babe, it’s just your incredibly sexy boyfriend.” He laughed before nibbling my ear. Those damn tingles happened again.

I spun around and he pinned me against the wall, putting both hands around my head. I kissed him, pulling him closer by his tie. He grinned and deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. I put both hands on his waist when several cat whistles broke out and a bunch of immature laughter. Damn, the rest of the guys came back from practice.

I turned a deep, deep red, my hands flying off of Sidney. Even though he was blushing too, he keep his hands on either side of me.

Smirking he whispered in my ear, “Want to give them a show?” I blushed even more, “As much as I would love to, I’m not a PDA type of girl.” He moaned but turned me around, so I was now standing in front of him. He snaked his hands around my waist and I leaned back against him.

“Sooomeone was about to have s-e-x.” Marc-Andre giggled-yes giggled- while changing into his game jersey.

If it were possible, I blushed more “Um, I’m going to go now,” I pecked Sid on the cheek “Good luck Mr.Crosby,” I glanced around before whispering in his ear, “If you play great tonight, I just might let us finish what we started.” I murmered and then kissed his neck. Before he could say anything I skipped out.

 

I could have sworn I heard him say, “Damn it guys, you better pass me the puck tonight.”