I Never Thought this Would Happen

“You know before you get out of the car you have to tell us who you are wearing tonight” Marc said when we pulled into my driveway.

“Stop harassing your cousin, we al know that she is going to pick ‘Sid the Kid’” Max said.

Sidney and I were sitting in the back blushing like crazy.

“Well I’ll see you guys later” I finally said.

I got in my house rushing to my bedroom trying to find Sid’s jersey. 20 minutes later I found it in one of the many boxes I still haven’t had time to unpack. I looked at the clock it was 4, I have an hour and a half to get ready since the guys wanted me to watch them warm up before the game. I hopped into the shower taking one of the fastest showers of my life since Marissa was rushing me since she wanted to see all of the guys. I got out of the shower and put on the jersey and some light jeans and put on some Uggs. I didn’t want to do anything special with my hair and makeup, so I left my hair down since it was naturally wavy then I put on some eyeliner and mascara. Since Marissa stayed at my house for the whole day she was already ready to leave. It seemed like she was super excited and was rushing me out of the door when I told her that I was ready to go.

We got into my car and drove to the United Center. I wasn’t going to like it was going to feel weird being there, barely seeing any Penguins jerseys, but seeing a sea of red. And on top of that getting glares from Hawks fans since we would be wearing Penguins jerseys.

“Hey aren’t those guys suppose to be here” Marissa asked as we found our seats.

“Who” I asked

“The guys from last night”

“Oh yeah they are”

I couldn’t help but look at the ice. Crosby was staring at me giving me the hand signal to go see him. Marissa noticed and stood up and started walking towards them with me following to wish the guys good luck. I couldn’t help but notice the other team doing some warm-ups. There were two of them just staring at me. It seemed like I have seen them before but I just couldn’t really remember.

“I see you have some eyes looking at you, just be careful Sky.” Jordan said.

“Hey good luck Sid, I hope you kick some Hawk ass tonight.” I said ignoring what Jordan said.

“Thanks, I’ll make sure I will.” He said giving me a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

When we were done saying our good lucks to the team, we noticed people were starting to arrive. So we went back to our seats.

As the game was going on I couldn’t help but have that strange feeling that eyes were on me. I looked at both benches, no one on the Pens were looking, with the exception of Sid stealing a glance once in a while. But what it seemed like the whole Blackhawks bench was staring with people whispering in each others ears. The game was super intense the score was 3-3 at the final buzzer. No one scored in OT so it all came out to a shootout. Everybody in the stadium was quiet; our hearts were jumping out of our chest. The shooters were going to be Sharp, Toews, and Kane for the Blackhawks and Staal, Talbot, and Crosby for the Pens. Stall was first up. He missed and the crowd erupted in cheers. Sharp, Kane, and Talbot also missed. It was all up to Crosby and Toews. Crosby ended up making it; the whole stadium was silent knowing it was up to Toews. He skated towards Fleury. I was praying that Marc would save it, like he does in practice. Toews make the shot and Marc stopped it right in front of him. The whole stadium was upset with the shootout lost and quickly filed out.

Marissa and I were so happy. We started to walk towards the locker room. Well I walked Marissa ended up running, wanted to be the first person the say good job to the guys. She was out of my sight when I ran more that walked into someone.

“Sorry.” I said starring into his beautiful blue eyes. “I guess I should pay attention where I’m going.”

“It’s fine. It is truly my fault.” He said. “I’m Patrick-”

“I know who you are Mr. Kane”

“Well you didn’t last night” he said laughing.

That’s when it hit me last night at the club I saw the Blackhawks, the guy that I was talking to last night was Jonathan Toews.

“Come with me, I want you to meet a few people.” He said.

“Um, I don’t think so; I have a few people that I have to see.”

But when I saw his smile turn to a frown it made me feel sad.

“Fine, lead the way”

When we got to the locker room door. He poked his head in the door yelling “Lady coning in, so cover up if you want.”

He opened up the door and I walked in slowly behind him. All eyes came to me and I got a few smiles and hello’s, but there were few that were yelling “Tazer and Kaner sure knows how to pick them”

That’s when I heard someone snicker “shut up, she isn’t mine, she has a boyfriend.” Then I looked around the locker room and saw him. I’m not going to lie he was hot. Tall with beautiful brown eyes, and not to say he looked good even if he was sweaty after playing his heart out.

“Hey” I heard Jon say “Sorry these guys can be pigs at times”

“Yeah, but I’m use to it” I said as he walked away.

“Sorry about that he’s just upset because he saw you with Cindy. I’m Patrick Sharp but you can call me Sharpie if you want.”

“Thanks. I’m Skylarr, and we are just friends”

“So this is Fleury’s cousin.” Another man said.

“How did you know that?”

“A wild guess. I’m Corey Crawford. And plus I heard them talking about you when they went to their locker room.”

“He just wanted more information about you” Sharpie said “we all do.”

“So what do you want to know” I said.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Corey Asked

“No.”

“It sure didn’t look like it.” Jon finally said dressed glaring at me and looking at the guys to leave us alone. They noticed and the guys that were still here decided like it was a good time to leave.

“I’m not; Sid and I are just really close”

“Then let me take you out, to get to know you better” he whispered in my ear making me have shivers down my spine.

“Um.” I looked into his eyes there was something about him that I just couldn’t say no to. “Fine I’ll go but let me make a few calls so people won’t worry about me.” I said as I saw his eyes light up.

“But first before we go anywhere, I think you need to change. That jersey is hideous.” He said pointing at my #87 Pens Jersey.

“Yeah right, you’re just jealous because I didn’t wear your jersey.” I replied with a smirk.