Allison chomped on her chips as she watched the Erie Otters play the Mississauga Steelheads on her laptop. It was her secret. She hated Connor. She absolutely loathed him. But she didn't hate his team. She had become close with a lot of them. That's why she didn't miss a game. Well, she tried not to miss a game.
So there she was. Her laptop was on her thighs and she was tucked under her blankets. She had a McDavid shirsey on, but it was to cheer on the team. Dylan scored early in the first. She knew Kara was watching too. Kara sent her a text about it and Allison played it off like she didn't care.
Kyle Pettit scored another for the Otters. This wasn't even fair to Mississauga. They shouldn't have been in the same league as Erie. They weren't doing well at all. Alex added another goal. Kara sent Allison a cat emoji. She laughed a bit.
She went to the bathroom and made something to eat while she waited for the second period to start. She brought her food into her room and continued to watch. Connor scored a powerplay goal. She made gagging noises. Fuck Connor. The second went on with no more goals. Kyle got a penalty shortly after Connor's goal. And then something surprising happened.
"Who the fuck?" Allison whispered to herself, trying to catch who was behind the play.
It was Connor and Bryson Cianfrone of the Steelheads. Allison shot up, placing her laptop so she could still see.
Connor McDavid was fighting.
She watched it intently. If she had still been with Connor, he would've been mauled next time she saw him. Fights were so hot to Allison. Connor was looking so hot until his hand collided with the board. She winced. That wasn't gonna be good. She texted him.
call me asap.
Okay, so she didn't hate him. She still cared about him. She really just wanted to scream at him about being stupid. Who fights that close to the boards?
She watched the rest of the game distracted, constantly glancing at her phone. Nothing from Connor yet. The game ended in a four to nothing win for the Otters. And still no contact from Connor.
She was just beginning to doze off when her phone rang. She answered without looking. "Hello?"
"Hey." Connor exhaled. "You told me t-"
"How could you be so stupid?" She hissed, sitting up.
"I'm not sure wh-"
"I watched your game, Connor. Your hand has to be fucked up." She sighed.
"Uh, five to six weeks." He swallowed hard. "Why do you suddenly care?"
"I care about your career. I know how much it means to you." She rolled her eyes. "You had to fight that close to the boards?"
"I didn't necessarily plan it." He chuckled.
"I am so mad at you." She shook her head. "For a lot of reasons."
"I'm sorry." He frowned. "How have you been?"
"Pissed off, what else?" She scoffed. "Look, I really just wanted to see how your hand was. I'm not interested in catching up."
"Al,"
"Goodnight, Connor." She ended the call with that.
Connor called Dylan right away. "Stromer? I just got off the phone with Alli."
"Why were you on the phone with her?" He asked, sounding confused.
"She told me to call her. She wanted to know about my hand." Connor explained, absolutely ecstatic.
"So why did you call me?" Dylan growled.
"This is good, right? She told me she still cares so that's a good thing." Connor smiled. "I think."
"Yeah, I mean it's not a bad thing." Dylan shrugged. "Can we talk tomorrow? I was passed out."
"Yeah, sorry." Connor laughed before he hung up.
The following Monday, Allison cocked a brow as Kara walked into class. Kara hadn't been around all weekend and Allison skipped class the entire week. Kara had been hanging out with Dylan and Mitch. At different times.
Kara and Mitch had hooked up one night and had been since then. Neither Dylan nor Mitch knew about the other. And it wasn't cheating since Dylan and Kara weren't a couple anymore. They just acted like it.
Erie was in Niagara this weekend and London was home. So Kara spent Friday night with Dylan and Saturday with Mitch. She was exhausted. It was like this every weekend for her, but usually only one of them. She hadn't had to deal with Erie coming to London yet. They had once, but it was on a Wednesday so she used Allison's basketball as an excuse.
"Erie in London on the twenty eighth." Allison sang, writing down the note on the board.
"I know." Kara sighed.
"What are you gonna do?" Allison tapped her pen.
"I don't know. Dylan's around less so I have to see him, right?" Kara frowned. Allison shrugged. "This is exhausting."
"What were Mitch's stats at U18?" Allison tilted her head.
"I have no idea." Kara's brows furrowed. "Like six points?"
"What were Dylan's?"
"What does this have to do with anything?" Kara hissed.
"You should know your boyfriends' stats. I can tell you Connor's from World Juniors." Allison stated. "One goal, three assists. And he had four penalty minutes."
"I know Dyl had five goals." Kara shrugged.
"So be with Dylan. You pay more attention to him." Allison said, as if it was an easy decision, and turned away.
"But Mitch is a lot of fun." Kara whined. Allison just sighed loudly. "Are you still hung up on Connor?"
Allison spun around. "What? No!" She made gagging noises. "I'm planning on hooking up with a bunch of his friends." Kara laughed. "Okay, that's a lie. But no."
"Then why did you call him freaking out after he broke his hand?" Kara smirked.
"Because I told him how much of an idiot he was." Allison laughed. "I'm over Connor. I don't like what he did to me."
"Does that mean you're willing to come to Erie versus London with me?" Kara smiled.
"Alright." Allison growled.
