"Congratulations Sid!
"You freakin made it man!"
"Duuude that is fucking amazing!"
"YEAH!"
I stood in the corner of the locker room as everyone shouted things my Sidney. His teammates, his coach, his friends and family had huge grins and red cheeks from the heat all the people were generating in this one small space. They patted his back, gave him hugs and his sister Taylor clung to him as he answered everyone with a big toothy smile. He was hugging strangers and the ice girls.
I was completly forgotten. Maybe it was better for me and for him. I didn't like the attention. Never did and never will. I liked begin somewhere deep in the corner like right now, and just observe everyone. Their gestures and habits. It was the easy way to learn everything about people that way.
I wrapped my leather jacket tighter around me. Everyone was sweating bullets but I could actually feel the chills running up and down my spine.
I looked back up at Sidney who was approached by Jordan Staal. Jordan looked tired but very happy just like all the Pens. He tapped Sid on the arm and Sid turned around with wide eyes.
Jordan leaned his blonde head down to Sidney's ear and whispered something. Sidney listened with his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth slightly apart. When Jordan finished, he slapped Sidney on the back as he raised his eyebrows.
I sighed and decided that there was nothing I could do and pushed myself off the wall I was leaning on. I pushed past some girls who were giggling loudly and past some pens. I caught Kris Letang's eyes as I made my way past him. I gave him a small apologetic smile as in saying "Sorry, I have to leave now.". He smiled a little, nodding his sweaty head and going back to celebrating.
I exited the locker room quickly. I folded my hands on my chest and headed for the parking lot. It was a long night. Sidney finally got what he wanted ever since he was drafted.
The Ol' Mighty Stanley Cup.
"Ness! Ness! Hey, wait up!!" Sidney's voice brought me back to reality. I turned on one heel as he jogged up to me in one swift movement.
The shouts and screams were still coming out of the locker room as he smiled brightly at me. His face was glistening in the hallway light. His playoff beard was unshaven and made him look twice as older. I truly didn't care. In my head he was always the sexiest and the hottest no matter what he did or wore. His white shirt was totally soaken with pure sweat. I wanted to inhale him deeply so bad but I forced myself to stop.
"Where are you going? We're still celebrating! Wanna grab something to eat after I shower?" he asked, laughing a little. His bright smile made him look innocent and child-like. Well, I guess in our ages we were still kids. Young, happy and always lucky.
"No Sidney. I...think I really should go." I said slowly so he won't overreact. My throat burned and itched as I tried to stay calm but I was fighting back tears. I felt my eyes water and quickly look down so he wouldn't notice.
"Go? We won the Stanley Cup Nessa! We're going to party! C'mon, let's go!" he said cheerfully as he grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the locker room again.
I ripped my hand off of his big, warm one and he turned around in shock.
"Ness, what's up with you? Let's just go." he said, his eyebrows coming together.
"Sidney, I'm not in the party mood. I gotta go right now." I forced the words out of my dry mouth.
He looked at me confused.
