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Chapter 11
Kylie’s POV
I walked back outside the locker room with the Talbot jersey in my hands. I was thankful Max was sitting up in the box, not with Vero and me.
“I knew you would end up taking it.” Vero said smirking. But that’s the thing, I just couldn’t take it. It was too early and too soon. I barely knew Max, he honestly shouldn’t have done it. I can’t just disappoint him like that, after I gave him that hope. I decided to put it on underneath Sidney’s jersey. That way it wouldn’t be official since people couldn’t see it, but I could say a part of him was with me. The scary thing is, I also couldn’t help but remember Jordan’s gaze on me. It was so intense with his piercing blue eyes. But I heard he could be a player too. Plus, aren’t I Max’s girlfriend? No, I’m not his girlfriend. Not yet anyway.
Vero studied me, “I’ve never seen you this quiet before Ky. What’s on your mind? You’re completely zoned out.” She said snapping her fingers in front of me.
I jumped slightly, startled by her voice. To my amazement, we were already down at the seats. “Just…boy problems.” I said awkwardly. I felt so stupid talking to Vero about this. We are best friends, even though she is eight years older than me. Age normally doesn’t matter, we are both too mature to worry about that. But I hate talking to an adult in a serious relationship about my “boy problems.” It makes me sound like a love struck seventeen year old. Which I am…but that’s beside the point.
Vero is so understanding though. She cared about me way too much. “Tell me.” She said while staring at the ice, even though Marc-Andre was playing tonight.
I played with my hands. “ I don’t know, I can just tell that Sidney hates it that I’m showing some interest in Max. And I just hear Max has just such a bad track record. I just got out of a bad relationship, I don’t think I could physically handle a bad one again.” I explained, feeling oddly embarrassed.
She turned in her seat to look at me fully. “Kylie, I know Max has a bad track record. And I’m not going to lie, he is a manwhore. He does sleep around, he does go through girl after girl. But he is one of Marc and mine’s closest friend. I know him. He can really be sensitive underneath all that “superstar” shell. You just have to know him. I’m not saying he’s a sensitive guy who cries while laughing Titanic, but he’s not a complete jackass.” Vero said sincerely.
I laughed trying to lighten up the situation, “Way to bring up Titanic, V. I sob every time I watch that movie.”
She laughed also. “Same! Marc-Andre never gets why I do it. He makes fun of me!” She joked before turning serious again. “But be careful, he does make a lot of mistakes.” She warned.
I nodded my head. “Let’s just forget about it and enjoy the game.”
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There really wasn’t too much to enjoy about that game. The Penguins lost 3-0 to the Coyotes, taking way too many penalties. What are we, the Flyers now? I could tell that Veronique was secretly pleased that Marc wasn’t playing, that way he wouldn’t be in a terrible mood. I groaned thinking of the mood Sid would be in. He had an okay game, taking a few stupid penalties. I trudged down to the locker room and sat outside the hallway for about an hour, he had to do some post-game interviews. I texted Charlotte and some other friends from home before I decided it was time to put up with him. I pushed the door open hesitantly. Even though Max didn’t play because of his shoulder, he was still there with the team.
“You’re not wearing my jersey.” Max said, I could tell he was trying to keep the hurt out of his voice.
I pulled up Sidney’s jersey, so he could see his. “Yes I am.” I told him with a hint of pride.
Sid threw his bag over his shoulder breezing by us. “Let’s go Kylie, we don’t have time for your little fuck buddy tonight.” He snapped. Jesus Christ.
Jordan spoke up, “Daryl, I don’t think you should take the loss out on her, it was our fault we were playing like crap.”
Sidney glowered at Jordan. “I can talk to my sister however I want. It doesn’t even fucking matter to you anyway, she obviously doesn’t anything to do with you.”
“Sidney, leave it. Let’s just go.” I interjected. He glared at me also, but walked out. I followed him like a lost puppy to Jim and got in. The whole car ride was dead silent. I was honestly too afraid to say anything to set him off. He parked Jim and slammed the front door before locking it. He shuffled off to the basement. No doubt was he going to spend all night obsessing over the little details of the game even though he should be getting a good night sleep for tomorrow night’s game. I rubbed my temples and sighed, this couldn’t be how it was going to be for each loss. Because let’s face it, they are going to lose a lot. Even the best hockey team in the world loses a lot in an eighty something game season. I went to bed, it was going to be a long Monday tomorrow.
Next Morning
I got up the next morning and just threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and did the normal morning stuff. To my surprise when I got downstairs, Sidney wasn’t home and a note was on the counter. I knew he had an away game in Philadelphia tonight, but I expected him to stay around long enough to at least talk to me. I read the note.
Ky-
I’m sorry I was such a jackass last night, you didn’t deserve it. So, I’m on a road trip and I’ll be back in around six days. Rules: No parties and absolutely NO boys. Max is traveling with the team. You’re going over to Mario’s house tonight for dinner. I left directions next to this since you have no common sense when it comes to directions apparently. I left enough money to get you through this weeks groceries and anything else you need in the top drawer. The key to Jim is next to that also. I swear to god if there’s one scratch…Anyway, I love you and I’ll call you before the game tonight. Expect a call every night from Mom and Dad.
-Sid
I snorted, he was such a coward that he couldn’t face me. The doorbell rang and I looked at it in surprise. Lana hadn’t told me she was coming this morning. I shrugged, Lana could be very forgetful. I jogged into the hallway and threw open the door. It wasn’t Lana.
He shoved a cup of coffee into my hand before cheerfully saying. “Here, just the way you like it. I figured I could walk you to school today. What’s wrong with you? It looks like you just saw a ghost or something.” Brent.
