Netting Crow (Blackhawks Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 11

During the remainder of the week, Corey and I talked and texted regularly.  As Saturday approached, I began to feel myself become more and more nervous about Saturday night.  What would we do?  When we went out, would people recognize Corey and wonder what he was doing with someone like me?  I know I would if I saw him out.  I have seen pictures of his ex-fiancee and his most previous ex, and I sure don't look like any of them.  I couldn't hold a candle to either of them or any of the other WAGS.

Thursday night after the Blackhawks win against Minnesota, Corey called.  I had decided if he called I would tell him I couldn't get together Saturday night.  I wasn't the right person for him, and when he finally figured that out, I would be the one that got hurt.

"Hello?"

"Hey!  Did you catch the game?"

"I did.  You played great."

"Thanks.  It's all because of you!"

"How so?"

"I've been thinking about the conversation that we had Tuesday night, and I have been trying to focus on the positive aspects of my game instead of the negative ones.  It really helped.  You really helped.  You are good for me already.  Don't you think, eh?"

I was good for him?  He played better because of me?  Was that really true?  With that statement, I decided not to cancel dinner.  Maybe he saw beyond the short, chubby girl that I saw in the mirror everyday.  Maybe I could be an asset to him.  All I knew is that I would try my hardest to be what he needed because I was almost 100% sure he was what I needed.

"Danelle? You still there?" Corey's voice broke into my train of thought.

"Yea, sorry.  Spaced out.  Of course, I am good for you.  I rock!"

He laughed.  "That you do.  I gotta go; we are heading straight into Edmonton tonight, and we are about to get on the plane."

"Okay.  Have a safe flight.  See you Saturday."

"Looking forward to it.  Goodnight."

"Bye, Corey."

And with that, it was set.  I was jumping into whatever this was with Corey feet first, eyes closed.  No turning back now, and I'm not really sure how I thought I would've been able to turn back anyway.  

Friday came and I missed the game because I was out with my friend, Heather, for my birthday, but Corey had the night off, so I wasn't too bummed.  I checked Twitter periodically throughout the night and saw that they lost.  I texted Corey, but didn't hear back from him.

Saturday morning came and my nerves were out of control.  I headed off to my spa day with my two closest friends.  I was trying to relax and enjoy the spa, but I hadn't heard from Corey since Thursday and it was setting off alarms.  My friends and I enjoyed our spa day.  I had never done the whole spa day thing; it was always too pricey, but I had decided as a new year's resolution that I would try to do more things that I enjoy.  I felt that I owed it to myself as that was not something that I had ever done.

When I was getting dress after the spa, I checked my phone.  There was a text from Corey.  

"Hope you are relaxing and enjoying your morning.  Sorry, I'm getting back to you so late.  See you in a bit."

I immediately felt better after having heard from him.  I tried to check myself.  I shouldn't feel this way so quickly.  I mean we haven't even officially had one date.

I went out after my two friends to pay.  I still hadn't told them about Corey.  I felt terrible hiding it, but they would totally freak out, and I wasn't even sure what exactly to tell them.  He and I hadn't said we were dating or even had a conversation about what we were doing, so until then it was going to be my little secret.