Shirts and Skins

Chapter Three

Lindsay's POV

I watched Jeff until the doors closed behind him. I was in shock. People walked past me, like they didn't realize that Jeff Skinner was just in their presence. Jeff Skinner was just in my presence. I looked down at my hand. His number was still there. Ten little numbers, scribbled across my palm. My heart was racing. 

But I came back to reality. How long had I been? What had I come down here for? I remember I had come down here for a hat. I ran to the storage room, thankfully finding the hat in seconds. I dashed up the stairs, avoiding the elevator, knowing it would take forever again. I made it back to my booth, apologizing to the customer for it taking so long. Thankfully, he was understanding about the wait (he must have really wanted that hat). 

After all the customers had left, I walked to the wall, leaned against it, and slid down until I was on the floor. 

Alex came up to me, "Hey, what's up? What took so long down there?"

I looked up at him, then showed him my hand, smiling. "Jeff Skinner's number."

His jaw dropped. "No frickin' way."

All I could do was smile and nod. Tears began to form in the corner of my eyes. I couldn't believe it.

"You better get that in your phone, it's starting to come off." Alex said.

I looked down at my hand, noticing that the ink was starting to come off. I hadn't realized how sweaty my palms had become. I quickly pulled my iPhone out of my pocket, adding those ten little numbers to my phone. Afterwards, I looked up at Alex.

"C'mon, we better get cleaning up." Alex extended a hand to me.

I accepted his hand, lifting me from the floor.

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 "Hi honey, how was work?" my Mom calls as I walk in the door.

How was I supposed to answer this? I want to tell the world that I was special enough, beautiful enough and perfect enough for Jeff Skinner to give his number to. But I couldn't. I should wait. I don't think Jeff would appreciate me telling everyone right now.

"It was good, like usual." I call back. "I'll be upstairs in a minute, okay? I'm just going to get changed."

I dashed down the stairs and into my bedroom. I sat on my bed, pulling out my iPhone and going directly to my contacts. I scrolled down to Jeff's name. I just look at it. All I want to do is call him, hear his voice again, make sure this is real. But I know I can't. He's probably at the airport, maybe even on a plane already.

I put my phone to sleep and being to change. I won't think about calling him until tomorrow. He probably won't even be able to check his phone until then anyways. I know he has a day off tomorrow, except for practice. So I decided to wait.

I go upstairs, joining my parents.

"How was the game?" my Dad questioned.

"It was good." I answered.

"DId you see Jeff Skinner's goal?" my Mom asked.

"Yeah, luckily I was able to get a glipse of the TV at the time. It's got to be Highlight of the Night! But I am glad that Winnipeg won. We really deserved it."

As my parents continued the conversation, all I could think about what Jeff. I couldn't wait until the next time I could talk to him.

I just hoped he felt the same way about me.