October 1 5:00 p.m.
"Sarah, will you be my girlfriend?"
Lauren and Tiff were still staring.
"I would love to."
He smiled one of his beautiful smiles and I didn't care that the skanks were watching.
"Milan will you just promise me one thing?"
"Sure hon."
"Don't fall in love with Lauren or Tiff."
"Are you kidding me, them, you don't have to worry."
Then he kissed me again and gave me that beautiful smile.
"Is it just me, or is all of the team flirting with you?"
"Um, I've only talked to Timmy and Tuukk, but I don't think they like me like that, they are really great friends."
"Well you should go talk to more of them."
"Ok I'll see you."
Once I walked away Sammy and Emma ran over to him. I was so happy that Tiff and Lauren couldn't get there.I wasn't sure who I should talk to so I just wandered until Vladimir Sobotka and Patrice Bergeron walked over. (Both so cute.)
"Hey I'm Patrice."
"Hi I'm Sarah."
"Hi, your pretty. Uh....I mean...I'm Vladimir."
I couldn't help but blush and giggle a little.
"So are you coming to Marc's party tonight?"
"Yah I am. Milan invited me."
"Oh...he did."
"Yes so I'll see you guys around later tonight."
"Yah bye."
"Bye."
My phone was starting to ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey hon, it's Cameron."
"Do not call me hon. What do you want?"
"Are you a dancer for the Bruins?"
"Why do you care?"
"I saw you on their website."
"So why do you ask."
"Cuz I'm coming to the game tonight. I'll blow you a kiss, kay sweetie."
"I am NOT your sweetie, Cameron."
I was aware someone was behind me. I just wasn't sure who.
"So what are you wearing. Is it small and hot?"
"Cameron, don't talk to me like that."
"I'll talk to you however I want bitch."
Then I felt the person behind me grab my phone.
"I don't know who you think you are but if you keep calling Sarah like this you should sleep with one eye open."
Milan hung up my phone. I was so upset that he would be there watching me. Why does he have such a sensitive power over me? Milan gave me a protective yet comforting hug. We were in the hallway outside of the locker room. I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the ground. Milan sat down next to me.
"I can't believe him."
"I can't either. Is he your ex?"
"Yes and I'm glad for that. I am so much happier now."
He gave me that beautiful smile.
"I am too. So what time do you have to leave for your dance."
"About 10 minutes."
"Oh."
I got up to walk back into the locker room to collect all of the girls but Tiff and Lauren were already walking out.
"So your dating the tall, hot one."
Obviously they didn't see him standing a few feet away.
"Yah I guess I am."
"Oh too bad it won't be for long, when he sees me dancing they will all forget about you."
"Oh thats what you think."
"No thats what I know."
"Well there is one thing you know."
"Whatever we will see you on the ice."
"Ugh, I hate them so much."
"Well they seem...fun."
"They are if you are any guy at our school."
"Them?"
"Yah. Well I gotta go. I'll see youafter the game."
"Okay. Come down to the locker room."
"Kay bye."
"Bye"
Then he gave me a quick kiss before I had to run down the hall to catch up with Sammy and Emma.
Thursday Oct. 1 6:50 p.m.
Showtime. The national anthem just ended. Everyone was in their seats and all the players on the benches. Gross Alex Ovetchkin was checking us out. Remember the Name started playing and I was put in the mode. I felt I executed perfectly and when I looked over at the bench they were staring at me. Oh my god did I mess up? Do I have a wardrobe malfunction? Do I look bloated?Do I look stupid? The dance ended and I was still self-concious. They were all still staring. Don't they know thats rude?
We left and I put on my Lucic jersey. Emma, Sammy, and I sat down in my dads front row, right behind the goalie seats.
Lets just say the game was pretty bad. I felt aweful for all of the guys and now I had to go to a party with all of them . I went down to the locker room but I waited a minute to walk in. I mean losing your season opening home game 4-1 is pretty bad. I finally got the courage to walk in. They all stared at me again.
WTH?
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