The New Girl (A PCA Story)

Chapter 9

"That new guy, he said he's on hockey, do you know him?" Dean asked me as we walk out of class.

Oh boy.

"Uh, well, yeah. But not from here. He hasn't skated with us yet. He used to play with my brother."

"Oh wow that's cool that you know him. Does Logan know that you know him, maybe he'll cut out the harassment he's been giving that guy."

Oh boy TIMES TWO.

"Well, Logan knows him too. We're from the same hometown and grew up together. We've been best friends since we were 3 years old, so we basically know everyone that the other knows back home at least."

"Wait, so you and Logan AREN'T dating??" Dean asks, in complete shock.

"Oh no, no. We are not at all dating and I, in fact, am very much single." I am quick to say. Did that sound stupid and desperate? Oh well...

Dean laughs. Well, it made him laugh.

"I see, I see. You can't date a teammate." He laughs and for some reason that hits me. Does that mean Logan will never date me?

But why am I thinking about dating LOGAN when I have this perfect guy right next to me. Finally, I think up how to respond to Dean.

"Yeah, I've been considering dropping it. The guys always smell gross. But I haven't told anyone, not even Logan, so keep it low key."

"WHAT!? But aren't you amazing at it?" Dean asks.

"Apparently, but I'm better at...at...at Math. And other stuff. Hey, it's not even for sure yet, my parents probably wouldn't let me quit because of how allegedly good I am. If anything, I'll just play for a girls league. Or move down to the JV level. The guys at this level are brutal. You wouldn't want me to get crushed, now would you, Dean?" I say, followed by what I'm hoping appeared as a flirty look.

Dean laughs. "Yeah, I guess your right, Kane. Can't keep putting that pretty face in danger," he says, flashing his classic Dean smile.

I don't know if I'm more irritated by the fact that he has continuously called me Kane and not Emma or MORE EXCITED THAT HE JUST CALLED ME PRETTY BECAUSE NOW I'M BLUSHING. And he notices me blushing.

"Hey, uh, are you busy tonight." Dean asks me, turning red himself as he shifts his hands into his pockets.

"I am as free as can be!" Why is he talking to me, I am not funny at all. But he laughs. Again.

"Alright, here's my number. Text me your room number and I'll pick you up at 6. Does that sound okay?"

"Sounds great!" I say. I quickly type my number in his phone. As I'm doing this, I spot Logan walking by. SHOOT! I have practice at 5 today. Oh well. I have a date with THE Dean Peterson and that is MUCH more important.