Maddie's POV
"So let me get this straight," I snarl into the phone,
"You made out but you're not dating." Chloe sighs across the phone,
"Yes." Her voice is muffled by bad connection,
"I've told you this countless times."
"Whatever."
I snap back and smash the house phone back into it's little stand, cutting her off.
Truth is, I don't care what she has to say.
I want Josh back.
I hop on my bike and ride it all the way to the rink. When I arrive, I stop in the bathroom. I offer comb my hair and open my eyes wide to check out my make up. Dress to impress.
When I pull open the heavy glass doors, a wave of cool air envelopes me, and I slip on my sweatshirt.
Josh's hockey sweatshirt that says; 'Hyland
63' on the sleeve. He gave it to me when we were still together. I haven't worn it since he broke up with me. But I'm wearing it now even though it's three sizes to huge on me.
I lift the right sleeve up to my nose and sniff it. It still smells like him which comforts me. The players all skate out onto the ice. This game is the second to last game before championships, so it's vital that the guys do well.
I watch for one specific player. Josh. The star athlete of the team. The coach's son, MVP, Team Captain, all that. That's what we have in common. We're devoted to our sports, we're perfectionists. That's what he and 'Chloe don't have in common.' I thin to myself, which deep down I know is just plain mean.
When number 63 skates out onto the ice, I perk up and wave my fingers,
"Hi Joshy!" I giggle.
He doesn't see me.
He heads to the center for the face off.
Right before the whistle is blown, he glances up for a split second and sees me.
Josh's face shows confusion, anger, and I don't even know what at the same time. But I do know he's out of focus. An unusual thing for my ex.
So when it's time for him to hit the puck, he misses. This lets the other team gain control. Randy is making angry gestures at Josh. His face falls. He never messes up. Ever.
And apparently, Josh is flustered for the entire game.
Knocking them out of the running for champs.
He will never. Ever. Like me now.
What've I done? Again.
