The Art of Hockey(#2)
It'll stick that way
Dakota's P.O.V.
I rolled over and reached to touch Evegni, but he wasn't there. And then I recalled the last nights events before my head hurt to much to think straight. So I got up and was happy to see Sophia wide awake with coffee, Tylenol, and TV already turned to the channel the Winter Classic was on.
I sat and explained to her what had happened the past night. I gave her the details about how I was dancing, you know getting my groove on, and then G got pissed and said I was a whore.
"That's so stupid!" She agreed.
"Ya. I mean I love him but he's kinda overbearing and possessive sometimes." I explained, "but like in the rink he gets it and I just wish he could be that cool outside the rink."
Ya. Sooo James and I had a fight." She told me.
"Oh, what happened?" I questioned.
"He was on Geno's side and I was on your side and we just got mad at each other."
"Are you guys like totally separated or are you just kinda not agreeing?"
"We're just kinda not taking for a little bit." She said.
"Ok. Good. He doesn't shut up about you." I laughed.
"So do you guys have the day off tomorrow?" Soph asked me.
"No. We have practice in the morning and then a game that night against the Stars." I told her getting up to get more coffee, "Why'd you ask?"
"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to go to the spa with me sometime this week?"
"Umm. Ya I'd love to! I'm tried of giving messages and not getting any." I laughed, "where'd you get the spa and I don't know like a movie or something cheaper?"
"The older lady who owns the studio gave me 2 free trips to the spa."
"That's awesome! I'd love to go. I can miss the optional skate on Thursday." I said happy I had a valid excuse to not go to the arena.
The rest of the day we just had a lazy day and made lots of cookies, brownies and cupcakes. It was pretty amazing!
I fell asleep and when my alarm went of the next morning I groaned more than normal knowing I'd have to face Evgeni eventually. Go up, got dressed in some yoga pants and a 412 sweatshirt. I woke Sophia up because she had to go to the studio early today to have a meeting with the owner of the studio.
She got up and got ready while I made some breakfast and then we drove to the studio and I dropped her off and I made my way into the rink.
"Hey D, I'm sorry about New Years. I didn't mean anything by it." Taylor told me as we walked into the rink.
"I know. It's not your fault."
"Ok good. I'll see ya later." He told me walking off.
"See ya."
I went to my office and sat in silence until I started getting sad so I put on some music. Towards the end of practice some guys started coming in and I went and just did this as normal. Evgeni came in and I just played it off as normal.
"Hey Evgeni. What's up?" I asked.
"Shoulders tight." He said rubbing it.
"Ok," I moved his hand out of the way, and I placed my hand on his shoulder and feeling the tightness.
"You tweaked your trapezoid muscle. I'll message it out and you'll be good." I said feeling his skin under my touch.
I worked on his muscle and then we parted ways. Though I knew he wouldn't a part of me hoped he would apologize. But I still felt disappointed when he walked out without a word and I began to pack up.
I made my way to the grocery store because I needed chocolate (and tampons) and a couple other things Sophia needed.
I went home, put the stuff in the fridge and fell asleep until Soph called me and asked to be picked up.
"Are you going to the game tonight?" I asked her as we drove up to a red light.
"Ya. He got me tickets before we fought. And I sure as hell am gonna use them." She smiled.
"Are they behind the bench again?"
"No. They're front row somewhere else." She told me.
"Cool, that'll make it less awkward." I said.
"Ya."
We arrived at the apartment and she put on a hoodie I gave her, instead of her Neal jersey. And I put on my normal khakis, black pens polo, and tennis shoes. We walked to the car and headed to the rink.
***
So it's already thirty minutes into the game and so far Evgeni hasn't said one word to me but he's given me at least one glare when he glances my way. Sighing into my hands I sniffled a little. All I wanted was to curl up with him and listen to his broken english and accent telling me everything is going to be okay.
An uproar from the crowd brought me back to my senses and I mentally slapped myself for acting like a sad little girl. I didn't deserve to be called a whore and he should know better than to insult me like that. Clenching my jaw I watched as he skated pass me and throw me another glare and my eyes just squinted at him my anger raising as he skated away.
We lost 4-2 and everyone was in the locker room talking about the game as I stood there packing wanting to get out as soon as I could. Evgeni acted as if I wasn't even in the room.
"I'm score." He said to James as they laughed. My head bent down looking into the bag as I tightened it.
"I'm score." I mocked him to myself as I grabbed my stuff and pulled it over my shoulder, not before Geno gave me another glare.
"Будьте осторожны, продолжать делать это лицо, и он будет придерживаться именно так." I told him so only he would understand and turned my heal and left before anyone could say anything. (Be careful, keep making that face, and it'll stick that way.)
