“Everyone knows you’re his now.” She winked.
I grabbed my phone again, looking to see if he’d messaged.
“If you want to message him, I’d do it now. Candace told me Phil said the guys were just about done getting ready. Maybe we should send him a pic of you in his jersey.”
I shook my head. “No, I’ll just wait to talk to him after the game.”
It was then Lorelai got up off the couch and quickly turned, snapping a picture of me. She began furiously texting as I frowned.
“What are you doing?” I questioned.
“Sending it to my brother so he can forward it to Dylan.” She giggled.
I got up and tried to rip her phone from her hand, but she bolted to the door just as the bell rang. Moments later, she returned with our food. The aroma of wings and pizza were enough to make my mouth water. I quickly opened the wings and took some, passing it to Lorelai, who took some as well.
I leaned back and took a bite of my pizza and watched as the guys skated out onto the ice. The camera immediately panned to Dylan. He skated around the rink, raising his stick in the air as fans cheered.
Lorelai let out a tiny laugh, and I looked over at her. “What?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“No, what is it?”
“Look at you. I never in a million years thought I’d ever see that look on your face over a hockey player.”
“What look?”
“This look…” Lorelai looked at the TV with a goofy look on her face, causing me to laugh.
“Shut up.”
“I won’t.” She, too, began laughing.
The game started, and I watched as Dylan made his way to his position, just as the commentator brought up everything that was going on in the news.
“Can they hear that?” I questioned.
Lorelai shook her head, and I watched as a questioning look came over her face.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Oh, this isn’t good.”
“What?”
“The team they are playing. It’s Novak’s team. Maybe this isn’t the game you should watch first.”
The two players faced off. We both watched as the puck was dropped. Dylan got control of the puck and passed it over to Knox. Knox passed it back to Dylan just as Novak came in and body checked Dylan right into the boards.
“Don’t tell me he’s going after him again,” Lorelai said under her breath.
Minutes later, Novak checked Dylan again, and then again for the third time. I could barely watch anymore as the next time he took a hit, he was down on the ice for a few minutes.
Halfway into the game, I’d had to run to the washroom, and when I came back the third period had just stared, the guys were losing 3 to 1, and I reached for another slice of pizza, taking my eyes off the screen for one second when Lorelai screamed.
“What? What is it?” I cried, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Dropping the slice of pizza back into the box, I looked up at the TV in time to see Dylan deliver a punch to Novak. The crowd went crazy as the two fought. Finally, they split, and one referee separated them, and that was when Novak went to punch, hitting the ref square in the face. Knox came in, pulling Dylan away.
“Oh this is bad,” Lorelai muttered as we both watched as the commentators once again brought up the fight between the two players from a year and a half ago.
