Fuck.

Traffic is slow, my radio's all static-y, and I'm forced to glance around for some sort of entertainment: that's how I saw it. My eyes wandered, catching sight of a billboard to my left which had to have been brand new, considering the state of it's image. Calvin Klein caught my eye, but the girl in the add kept it there, despite the fact Justin Bieber was posing with her. I recognized her immediately: she was the one who actually complimented my goal. The one I'd seen with Carina throughout the game.

And she looked hot.

I mean, of course it wasn't some Victoria Secret ad, but she was gorgeous. It was one of those ads that definitely made you want to be the other guy — Justin Bieber was a lucky guy.

But a honk woke me up from my daydream, and my glance was flipped up to moving traffic and a few peeved drivers.

---

“Hey, babe, how does a hockey game some tonight?”

“Is this the real Carina Quick asking me to go watch hockey on a Friday night? What has this world come to?!” I joked, holding my phone against my shoulder as I hopped, pulling on my jeans with an exasperated laugh. “So I guess you heard LA's playing Dallas again?”

“Yes! But it's his birthday, so the coach called me and said I could bring a friend to surprise him... you in? C'mon it'll be good press, too! Just... maybe try to show off some cleavage, then we'll for sure make headlines.” We both laughed, and I shook my head, taking my phone back into my hand with a sigh. How the hell could I say no?

“When should I be ready?”

“Now!” she laughed, and I heard a knock above her voice, causing me to snap around to the door.

“Oh, god, no... Seriously?!” I strode to the door, pulling it open slightly to reveal the blonde who was smirking back at me. I clicked the end button on my phone, a hand lifting to cover my face, but we were both laughing. “Yeah, just... give me a minute. God, you're a handful.” As I ran around to grab all my stuff I called back, “You do realize one of them is gonna end their win streak tonight, right? And your brother's either gonna have a great or horrible birthday... you sure you wanna be there for that?”

“Hey, you love me!” she giggled, walking in behind me with an expression that read anything but guilty. “Of course! We'll deal with it when it comes to that, but Johnny'll be fine either way. Oh, and one more thing...” she trailed off, pulling out a tight Dallas stars shirt from a bag.

This woman's gonna be the death of me.

---

“And a big welcome to Miss Carina Quick and Miss Serena Linka from Victoria Secret who are here to support your Dallas Stars and LA Kings!” The crowds cheered mildly for Carina — most likely due to her Kings shirt — and wildly at my name as they zoomed into my Stars shirt. Although, the majority of the players on the ice were calling out for Carina, but she was mainly focused on Jamie Benn, who she apparently was planning on speaking to tonight.

“That boy is mine.”

“Shit, seriously? I mean, I'm the one with his jersey on, so...” I joked, earning a shocked look and a punch in the arm from Carina. Yeah, we had to support both teams, but if she wanted him so bad, she could have worn the Stars one. Suddenly, she was tugging at the tight fabric of the shirt, sending a quick wink in Jamie's way before pulling it off, staring over at me as if expecting me to do the same.

“Let's go, we're switching —— now.”

“Are you insane?” I called out over the ooohs and aahhhs of the crowd. “You seriously want it that bad?” I questioned with a laugh, shrugging as I began to do the same.

“Hey, we're basically topless for a living.”

---

The crowd went wild as the two of them came up on the big screen, and all I heard from Quick was a mumbled, “Fuck my life,” and a shake of his head.

God bless America

...
A minute into the third period and we were tied 4-4. Two from me, two from Jamie.

“Let's go, boys!” he called from centre ice, smirking over at me. “Whoever's next get's their pick of the models.”

---

Seguin scored three minutes in, assisted by Jamie Benn, essentially ending the game. “We should probably get out of here — I don't know about you, but I have no clue who I'm cheering for in the end.”

Everyone was throwing hats over onto the ice, but all I could do was send a thumbs up down to Seguin, who may or may not have actually been looking at us or just in that general direction. Carina and I shuffled out and down to ice level to prepare for the Birthday thing, sending a few smiles at fans on the way out.

“You want this back?” I laughed, pulling at my shirt — well, originally, her shirt.

“Actually, I was thinking we should probably put on some actual sized jerseys... save Jonathan the heart attack.”

---

I watched as they walked onto the ice, some sort of Happy Birthday blaring through the speakers. We all lifted off our helmets, the smiles all equal as they walked onto the ice with a goalie-helmet cake, bringing laughs from both teams as Jonathan shaked his head, clearly a little embarrassed.

“Happy Birthday, Johnny!” Carina giggled, going in for a hug but pulling back as she waved a hand in front of her face, clearly having smelt him.

After that, they were stuck shaking more smelly-hands as each player skated by. I smirked, as I shook Carina's hand, not bothering to say anything this time as she was glancing right past me at Jamie, mumbling some sort of question of whether or not he liked her shirt from earlier.

“You never fail to impress, huh?”

Serena was smiling at me, triggering a grin to curl at the corners of my mouth, holding a little longer as I shook her hand. “What can I say, I aim to please,” she smirked back at me, and I paused. It was literally breathtaking, not that I got to admire for long — Jamie was pushing he ahead from behind, probably mumbling some sort of chirp, but I remained focused on her before reluctantly skating away.

“So, you scored, Carina's all your's I guess,” Jamie called from behind as we walked off ice.

“Nah, man, she's your's... I've got my eyes on someone else.”

---

“Changeroom time!” Carina called excitedly as soon as we'd left her brother, tossing me a Seguin shirt - similar to the ones we'd had on earlier - as she put her own Jamie Benn jersey on.

Once we pulled open the door, a wall of hockey-stench hit us, although Carina managed to keep herself together as she basically pushed through, heading straight for Jamie with a smirk. I, myself, wandered and shook hands before beginning back to head to Carina and her target. I was stopped along the way, Tyler Seguin himself stepping in my way.

“Nice shirt... where can I get one?” he smirked, causing me to chuckle for a moment, glancing up at him finally.

“I'm not sure, I can give you this one later — you've definitely got the torso for it.”

He chuckled, wiping his mouth before glancing back at me, leaning on his stick as he looked down at me. “Not gonna take it off for the cameras?” he laughed, “Yeah, maybe, as long as it doesn't show off my tramp stamp too much. I could probably rock it a little better than you, but I like seeing you in my jersey...”

“Right, right, that's always embarrassing... I mean, I love being in your jersey, and I would take it off now, but I don't exactly have anything to replace it with — you guys probably wouldn't want me walking around topless...”

“I wouldn't mind, but we wouldn't want these guys swooping in on you,” he smiled, and past him I could see Carina turning around with Jamie, smiling as she came skipping over to us.

“Trying to keep me all—”

“Hey, Tyler, you coming out with us?” Carina interrupted, arm in arm with Jamie, whom Tyler patted on the back with approval.

“Oh, uh —” He paused, looking at me for what was possibly some sort of search for approval.

“Of course he is,” I answered for him, reaching a hand to rest on his arm with a smile, looking back to Carina. “Are we gonna change before we go out or are the half-shirts our thing now?”

“Oh, don't worry, I brought some stuff in the car,” she added with a wink, turning with Jamie and leading us out.

“I feel like I should definitely be worried,” I mumbled to Tyler, who simply laughed as he picked up his stuff and we followed them out.

Notes

i really enjoyed the first chapter, so i thought i'd release another chapter, and see how people react! thanks to the people who have already seen it & subscribed!

we'll see how this goes, & i'll probably keep this story consistent!

if you like this, you can also check out my other main one (a patrick kane one!) —— thanks to everyone who's reading this! i hope everyone's enjoying it, even just two chapters in.