OFF TRACK

4

SUMMER
OCTOBER

"Ellie?" I call out when I get home from work, sliding off my shoes by the front door.

I'm not sure if she'll be home because since that party we went to a few weeks ago, she and Alex have been hooking up pretty regularly so most weekends she's not home when I get home.

"One sec!" her bubbly voice echos back to my from her room.

I follow her voice into her room, "Hey, do you want to grab a pizza and watch a movie?"

I find Ellie's sitting at her vanity, brushing on mascara.

"Where are you going?" I ask noticing that she's applying make up not taking it off.

"Uhm," she smirks sliding her mascara wand back into the tube, "Do you wanna go to a hockey game?"

"When?"

"In like thirty minutes?"

"I just got home, I have coffee and milk all over my jeans," I look down at my stained jeans

"Just change real quick run a brush though your hair and you'll look fine," Ellie shrugs.

"I'm just gonna stay home," I shrug, "I'm tired."

"Summer, please, it's gonna be chill, we'll come home right after, I promise," Ellie tries to persuade me.

I take a deep breath, "Fine, can I borrow your leather jacket?"

I mean what else do I have planed? Nothing. So why not just go hang out in a the freezing cold hockey arena of our rival school.

"Yes! You can borrow whatever you want from my closet!" she smiles, standing up to open her sliding door closet.

"Do you want the blazer one or the long one?" she pulls out two black jackets.

"Blazer please," I smile as she hands it to me.

Forty minutes later, I'm dressed in distressed jeans, a white turtle neck and Ellie's black leather blazer as we sit about five rows up from center ice.

I can't believe I let her bring me here. We're sitting in the USC hockey arena. And I find myself wondering if Trevor's gonna play and give some justification for his online highlight real.

Through out the whole game, I keep asking Ellie questions about what is going on. She answers most of them, a few of them she just looks at me like I should know the answer, which I probably should. I've probably asked her the same questions before.

I may not understand what's going on but I'm having fun, the music is loud and crowd is rowdy. I cheer when ever Ellie does, because I have no clue what's a good play versus a bad play. But I do know Trevor spends a lot of time on the ice and I can't stop watching him, on and off the ice.

When he's sitting on the bench without his helmet on he has such a serious look in his face while he watches the game and his dark hair is wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead, but he looks sexy as hell. There's also a few times that he just looks downright devious when the referees make a bad call, it makes me cross my legs and adjust my seating.

Okay, maybe Ellie was right, I need to have sex with someone, as soon as possible.

There's less than a minute left in the third period, and it's tied 2-2. Ellie and I are literally sitting on the edge of our seats.

"They need to make the puck neon green," I say trying to find it again but it's lost in the players.

"It's right..." she trails off as one of the players breaks away from the group, the puck in his possession.