Page 40 of Skating the Blue Line
“Sounds like an asshole,” Blake replies.
Chris snorts back at him. “You’re going to tell me that if Sophia came into this arena with my jersey on, you would be okay with it?”
In the last few weeks, Chris and I have gotten to know Blake a lot better. We’ve not only included him in our work outs but we’ve also asked him to hang out with us a handful of times.
We’ve come to learn that wherever Blake is, his best friend Sophia is not far behind. It’s as if the two of them are attached at the hip.
Blake has told us that there isn’t anything going on between them, but we both think that it’s a complete lie. There might not be something going on physically but there is definitely something going on deep down. They just don’t want to open their eyes to it.
From the few times that I've been around them together, Blake can be very possessive of Sophia. They call it brotherly love, Chris and I call it he’s secretly in love with her.
She came to every single one of out games last year, away games included, and every single time she wore a Jacobi jersey.
No doubt if she wore anything else, Blakey here would not like it one bit. Even if he wouldn’t voice it to her. She is his best friend after all.
From where I’m standing it looks like Hunter isn't the only Jacobi with a vein that could pop with anger.
“Of course, I’m not her keeper. She can wear whatever she wants,” Blake says, but I bet a hundred bucks that he had to try real hard to get those words out.
“Cool, so you wouldn’t mind if I send her on. Bet you she will look good with the number ninety-three on her back.” Christian claps him on the back, and heads over to his locker.
I try not to laugh at Blake’s face but I can’t help it. The kid has it bad and can’t even admit it to himself.
“Ignore him. We got a game to play. He’s just trying to get under your skin.” I say to him making my way to the tunnel now that I’m all set to go.
Tonight is the last preseason game of the season and come Friday, every game starts to count.
Eighty-two games to show the hockey world that the Dark Knights have what it takes to make it to the top.
And we will. This is our year, I can feel it in my fucking bones.
It doesn’t matter if we are getting new owners or if our team didn’t succeed in years past. This year is different and we will get the cup.
We just have to play this last exhibition game and we’ll hold nothing back.
The team makes its way out to the ice for our warm up, causing the fans that are here early to raise the energy level a bit.
I skate around the rink, but instead of warming up like I’m supposed to, I look out to the stands. Usually I interact with fans, throw them a puck or two, but tonight, I have something else occupying my mind.
Chloe.
She said that she would come tonight. She’s been saying it for weeks, even early today, but a part of me still thinks that she will skip out.
I wouldn’t fault her for it, but it will hurt a bit, I’m not going to lie.
We’re not together, we’re more friends than anything but I can see us becoming more in due time. Possibly once she’s done with her busy season we can visit the topic.
For now though, I would be happy if she attends one of my games.
Catching a glimpse of her, becomes an obsession during the majority of my warm up. I spend most of my time looking over at her two empty seats rather than stretching or hitting a few slapshots.
I’m about to give up and head to the other side of the ice when I spot her.
The seats aren’t filled so that’s how I’m able to find her, she must have shown up when I wasn’t looking.
From my spot on the ice, I can see her giving her friend a small smile and tucking some hair behind her ear. Not only can I see her smile but also the fact that she is wearing my jersey.
As I watch her, I now understand what Blake was talking about when he mentioned possessiveness.
