Chapter 7

I am so sorry I haven't updated in a while! School and soccer has been crazy, and because of that I haven't gotten home until 9 at night, and I still have to take a shower and do homework. I'm also sorry that this chapter is rushed, but I have to get up at 5 to go the Penn State game tomorrow. So excited!! WE ARE PENN STATE! and the penguin tickets go n sale in a week!!!

Chapter 7

Kylie’s POV

 

“Couldn’t you call some one and just ask them for directions?” Lana asked while she was eyeing the men working at the construction before us.

“That’s the problem, no service at all.” I told her, tapping my fingers trying to think of a way to get out of this. “But we could drive around until we get to a place with service…” I said trailing off before we both heard a car pull up besides us. It was Brent.

I saw Lana take in his blonde hair and stunning blue eyes and the lips that made you just want to kiss him so bad. He winked at me before saying, “Hey ladies, you look lost. Need any help?” He asked.

“Lana, roll up the windows, lock the doors, and drive away now.” I ordered panicky while trying to keep my breathing normal, no way in hell I was going to be that girl who had a panic attack once away.

“But..” Lana said still staring at him.

“I’m serious. Now, please.” I said my voice much for firm this time. She looked at me confused before pulling Jim into reverse and then started driving around neighborhoods. Now my mind was starting to reel, how did that happen? He must haven obviously followed me, Pittsburgh is way to big of a city to just run into each other. I felt the note in my pocket from earlier today, it definitely wasn’t a coincidence. But how did he know where Sid lived? How long has he been to Pittsburgh? My vision began to spin, so I took deep breaths and closed my eyes.

“Kylie, are you okay? Why did you panic so much when that guy asked if we needed any help?” Lana asked me confused.

“He was just some one that I never want to see again.” I told her and left her at that, I really didn’t anyone knowing about what happened with Brent.

She bit her lip, staring anxiously at me. “Okay….but I think we should just pull over and ring a doorbell and ask for directions. It’s 7:30, so your brother won’t pick up the phone.

“But…what happens if they are a really old person that hates their doorbell being rung?” I asked.

“Well, you’re related to Sidney Crosby, they will bow to your feet for you.” She said simply before parking and cutting the engine. Fearless like she is, she got out and then pulled me out before marching up to the door. She rang the doorbell and a middle aged, balding man answered it. I could hear the Penguins game going on in the background.

“Yes ladies?” He asked while craning his neck to try and see some of the game.

Lana flashed him a smile. “I was wondering if you could give us some directions to Mellon Arena, you know where the Penguins play?”

He stared at us. “How could you not know where the Penguins play! Ten year season ticket holder. But I had to sell tonight’s tickets because we have to send my oldest son to college…” He said grumbling.

He then looked at me suspiciously, “Do you go to school with my son? You look darn familiar.” He asked.

I am now being compared to my 22 year old brother. Joy to the freaking world. I plastered a smile on, “I don’t think so, I’m new to Pittsburgh.” I explained.

He let out a hearty laugh before disappearing into another room and then coming back with a piece of paper and handed it to Lana. “You two young ladies just follow these and you’ll be fine. Have a fun time at the game!” He told us.

Lana smiled at him again before shaking his hand and thanking him.

“See, that wasn’t that bad!” She told me.

I just shook my head.

 

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The whole game I was on the edge of my seat, not because of the exciting game, but because I was thinking about Brent the whole time. Me being the paranoid person I am, I kept feeling like some one was watching me. I hate it, I got away to Pittsburgh so I could avoid him, and now he has followed me here. The Penguins came out victorious after a hard fought game and Lana pulled out her phone. “Oh shit Kylie! I have to go I totally forgot I was supposed to baby-sit my brother! I’m so sorry, thank you so much for the game!” She yelled before hugging me and running out. I sighed and waited awhile before pushing the locker room door open to where most of the guys were.

I went over to Sidney’s stall and bit my lip. “Sid..I have something I need to tell you..” I stared to say, but Kris Letang’s voice cut me off.

“Yo guys! VIP lounge at Diesel tonight!” He yelled. Sidney must have forgotten that I said that because he hooted with the rest of the guys.

 

We all piled into Sid’s Range Rover and drove to Diesel. At the entrance, a bouncer was asking for I.D’s.

Sid ran his hand through his hair when he realized this. “Oh shit guys..I’ll go him with her.” He said.

But to his amazement, I pulled out my fake I.D. I got back home and showed it to the bouncer. He shrugged, but let me in with the rest of the guys.

Sidney stared at me. “My sweet little sister has a fake I.D.! Oh my god, Mom and Dad will kill me if they found out I was taking you to a club.” He began to worry.

I shrugged, not really in the festive mood. “Whatever, I would be drinking in a few months back home.

 

The whole night Max was sitting next to me at the bar and we danced. I had a couple of drinks, not enough to get me completely trashed, but I was definitely buzzed. That’s probably why when one of my favorite songs, “I’m In Miami Bitch” by LMAO came on, I jumped up to dance. “I love this song!” I squeled.

Max chuckled and yelled. “Same!” He grabbed my arm and he pulled me out onto the dance floor. I let my hair out of my pony tail and started dancing pretty crazy. Max and I got closer and closer, and eventually I could smell the alcohal in my breath. Eventually, we started grinding each other. I looked over once and saw Sidney looking pretty pissed off, but I laughed out loud. What was he going to do? At the end of the song, Max spun my around and kissed me. It certainly wasn’t an innocent kiss. Our tongues battled for possession and I felt him slide his hands onto my hips and I ran my fingers through his hair. That’s when he got sent flying back form some one.