Meant For You

fifty-four.

Nola Scott

Tonight was the third game of the second round for the Kings. They were playing the Oilers and so far it was a tied series.

1-1.

I haven't talked to Miles so much since the last night we were together. I'm assuming it's because of the stress he's under. He mentioned something about the Oilers being a tougher competition than Winnipeg.

So much had changed between us these last couple of weeks but we were good. We hadn't had a conversation about what the hell was going on between us but it was understandable. Not only my life but his as well was changing so quickly.

I had just lost at Worlds.

He had just met his birth mother and was trying to win the Stanley Cup.

Our lives were as complicated as whatever the hell was brewing between us.

Every time we spoke, I felt the lingering tension. We had not kissed again since the first time we did in Miami. I certainly wanted to kiss him again. I always wanted to kiss him. But like I said... the talk had yet to come.

The only reason I wasn't rushing anything was because I knew the amount of pressure he was under with hockey. I cared about him so much and he cared about hockey more than most things. Which is why I was going to wait until he wanted to talk about it.

I would wait for him forever if I had to.

While I could be patient, there was also a part of me that wanted to hear words from his mouth about our situation. Good or bad, I didn't care. I just had to know. So in hopes of potentially getting an answer from him tonight, the Kings game became my plans for the night.

Ember's been so caught up in school that she couldn't make it out tonight. She and JT have also been on and off since their fight that one night. She watches the games at home instead of coming but I'll have to drag her out one of these days. I know how much it'll mean to him to have her support him in person.

Luckily I'm not completely alone. Kaitlyn and her whole family keep me company as we cheer the team on. The second game was a total shit show from the beginning. The guys were off entirely for most of the game. In the end, they had only scored one goal to the Oilers' five. You could see just how much they wanted to fight back today because they were giving it their all.

Miles had one of the three goals of the night so far. The star players were doing great but so we're some guys who hadn't gotten much recognition this season. It was refreshing to see new faces popping up on the big screen whenever someone made a goal. I could feel Miles' excitement from all the way up here. He had gotten into a small confrontation with a player from the opposing team but Tate pulled him away quickly.

I caught the name Williams on the back of the orange jersey. He and Miles had been shoving each other all night but it never went too far until when Tate had to pull him away. It was back to normal now, only the occasional shoving. Once there was another intermission, I decided to go get another drink. All the cheering had my throat feeling dry. The line to get water was long as everyone else had the same idea as me.

Still, I got into the line. It took me about a good fifteen minutes to get my drink and as I walked back, the game had already started again. Trying to get to my seat as fast as possible, I ended up running into someone. My body hit another lightly and it took a small gasp out of me. "I'm so sorry," I apologized quickly.

The brunette turned her head toward me. Once her brown eyes interlocked with mine, my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. Her lips parted slightly then, like she wasn't expecting to see me either.