Chapter 7: Whats that line?

After breakfast or lunch by the time Sidney said he had to leave I headed back to the apartment where the girls should be home. Riding in the elevator I began thinking, which I had been doing way too much lately, but I guess it’s good to think. How could this relationship with Sidney go on, we would never see each other, and the press, jezz the press, they would tear me apart or if the relationship grew maybe even us apart. When I got to the doorway I decided I was analyzing it too much. When I unlocked the hatch on the door I heard Maneater run through the walls and off-key singing. The.Girls.Had.Monster. Shit. See my friends are very calm and well artsy to no other, and Izzie can sing too, but when you put two monsters into them Abbey goes off, and well Izzie I can’t even describe when she has monster, but when she drinks, ha when she drinks she acts so perfectly normal. Ahh friends.
“I HAVE THREE HOCKEY TICKETS FOR A GAME TONIGHT,” I yelled over Nelly Furtado’s voice.
“no fricken way,” Izzey says pausing or stopping the song.
“You did him didn’t you,” Abbey replies coldly.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Izzey turns to Abbey, then back to me “I wannna goooo, can I go, well I am sooo inviting myself, wait how did you get them?”
I laughed. “Izz, you can go, and Sidney I met when I passed out and he plays for the Pens who are playing the Islanders, and has invited me and my friends to go to his game. I would like both of you to go.”
“YESS,” Izzey screams running to her room. Abbey stood there not budging.
“Are you coming?” I asked friendly, even though right now I don’t want her to come. She hates the game, doesn’t get it, and always complains that it is way too cold in the rink.
“Don’t know.” She replies coolly turning her back to me raiding the fridge. I couldn’t take it anymore, I did nothing wrong. It’s not like she new Sidney.
“whatthefuckisyourproblem.” I said like it was one word, through my teeth, and quietly so Izzie didn’t hear us.
“Look,” She started turning around, now with a water in hand. “You have had a history with hockey playes, as do I. We both know it’s hard for Izzie to be away from Will. I just don’t think it’s a good idea for Izzie to be around hocke…”
I held up my finger. “Don’t drag Izzie into this. Tell me the truth, why don’t you want to go to the game?”
“You can’t get angry. But jesus Christ. I don’t want to see you like you usually look when someone says ‘hockey’, let alone go into a rink. Look what happened yesterday. Also, you have known this guy for what like 22 hours. That’s bull shit. He doesn’t know you, and you don’t know him. I doubt that he truly likes you. I don’t know him but come on you’re an attractive girl, who after passing out most have looked venerable, and come on, even your uncle says it. Hockey guys like ass. And this Sidney is looking, at dinner you could see lust, pure lust.”
“Yea Abbey, your right, you don’t know him. And he is diffrenet, my uncle scouted him, and became friends with his parents, he is a nice kid. And it’s not like he is a lot older than me. He is a year and a day. A freaking year Abbey. You know what, I am sure David would love to come with Iz and I tonight, instead of you.” I stared walking and looked at my phone to check what time and to text David. I had an hour and a half to get dressed for a hockey game.
NEW TEXT MESSAGE TO: DAVID: hey, it’s madds, I have and extra ticket for the islander game tonight, ya wanna come?
NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM DAVID: hellyea, but my question is how the hell did you score tickets to a pens islander game
NEW TEXT MESSAGE TO DAVID: long story, later, meet us there, gotta go get ready :)
When I got to my bathroom I turned on my straightener and put on my ipod on shuffle. When I got out I was singing and dancing to You and Me by Dave Matthews Band, and could barely hear my blackberry go off.
“Hey” I say, out of breathe and hear boyish giggles from the other line.
“Did I interrupt you with something?”
“Getting ready, sorry, jezzz.”
“haaahaahaa. Hey, after the game, could I ask you to come down to the locker room, and ahh meet my father. Just so he knows, I don’t want to hide it from him, and I talked to him today, after our lunch and all, and he ahh want to meet you.”
“Sure, as long as you score, so we have something to talk about. Well I have to go, bye Sid.” And I hang up. I want to scream, everything is happening way to fast, my friend thinks I am a puck bunny, I am meeting Troy. I could sit down and cry. Then Izzie comes in and brings my mood right back up.
“Are you straightening or going o’natural?”
“Straightening, and I am wearing dark jeans and a cardigan with some pearls in my ears and my lucky necklace. For my shoes, my black boots.”
“That doesn’t help girl.”
“Wear jeans, a tee, borrow my black North Face, wear stud earrings, and black or silver boots, oh and for your hair, straighten it and pull it back if you want.” I offer. “Oh and Izz, after the game we have to go to the lounge, I am meeting Troy, Sidney’s father.”
“Cool, Abbey isn’t coming right, she’s been a bitch lately, and I heard what she said to you today about Sidney but don’t listen to her she doesn’t know what or who she is talking about. But with her not coming does that mean that your cousin is coming?”
“Yea, David is meeting us there. Girl go get ready we need to leave in like a half hour.”
Izzie and I got ready, and left Abbey alone in her room sketching out new dresses for her show that was in the summer. On the ride there Izzie kept asking me questions about hockey.
“So the line that’s near the bench is…”
“The blue line Izz, and that’s where the players could be called for an off sides, where the puck is in the zone after they are.”
“I am so glad you reffed, played, coached, and like lived hockey. This game is awesome,” She yells putting her hands up.
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By the time the game was over Sid had three assists, two goals, and two penalties. And the Penguins won by two. I talked David into bringing Izzie back to our apartment so if I had to cry my way home because of Papa Cros.
“Miss. Martin this way please,” an escort said motioning me to follow, which I did, like a puppy following its mother.
I waited in the lounge for Sidney and his father for probably an hour at the least. When I finally heard Sidney’s voice I stood up straighter and put a smile on my face, waiting for Sidney to notice me.
“Maddie!” He yelled kind of, jogging over hugging me and kissing me on the cheek. “How did you like the game?” He whispered into my ear.
“Thanks so much for the seats, I mean right by your penalty box, that was great, and when you were in there it was great to make faces at you,” I joked. “But uhh Sid, being all serious now, I kinda wanna get this whole meeting my father thing over now, if that’s okay because he is looking at us right now.”
“Oh right,” He said grabbing my hand and leading me over to his father. “Dad, this is Maddie, my new friend, and Maddie, this is my father, Troy.”
“It’s nice to meet you Mister Crosby,” I say putting out my hand, which he takes, and shakes it.
“My pleasure Maddie, my son has been talking nonstop about you for about 24 hours.” He ends it with a laugh. And I don’t know what to say to that, so Troy keeps talking. “Sid has told me that you played hockey, that’s great, he err also told me about your unfortunate hit you took. Which is very unfortunate, but I like how you know the game.”
“Yes, I know the game very well, almost obsessed really,” I laugh and keep going, “My first word was ‘Hock’ short for hockey. I was born in August and was in a rink following a zamboni with my dad in December, I lived in a rink ever since really. I reffed, coached, played, and watched.”
“You sound a lot like my son,” Troy laughs again, “I don’t know about you Maddie, but I am starving and well Sidney can eat anytime,anywhere,anything, so would you like to come and eat with us?”
“Yea sure, I don’t want to intrude though.”
“Oh, trust me,” Sidney starts in, “Maybe with you here my dad won’t beat me for being in the box for four minutes.”
“Four very unnecessary minutes Sidney Patrick,”
“Damn Sid, your dad pulled out the middle name, and I do have to agree with him, they were unnecessary.” I end with a wince because Sidney walks over to me, but instead he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer.
“But there’s a difference, I can’t stay made at you,” he ends with a wink, “Okay let’s go, I am starved!”