Just Hold Me (Sidney Crosby) EDITING THEN CONTINUING

Chapter 2 - The Game

I excitedly watch the players skate onto the ice. But I did not show enthusiasm. Only a look of love for the game.

A determined look of 'I know everything about this game, and I plan on proving it by catching everything before the refs do'. Don't we all have that look?

I nervously tugged at the long sleeve shirt under my Crosby jersey that was hiding my scars. I self harmed since I was 12 years old and stopped at 19. I feel the urge to cut every now and then, but I fight it off.

I skim the ice just to look at the players. Sure enough, there was Sidney Crosby ready as ever.

They introduced all the players and the arena erupted with screams and even some vulgar language.

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The game began.

The first thing I see after the puck is dropped is Sidney being checked against the glass in front of me.

His eyes met mine briefly as he was smashed against the wall.

After the other player had gotten off of him, Sidney skated away, peeking over his shoulder, doing so again in the next few seconds.

Throughout the game, he shot glances at me and pucks at the goal.

I didn't think much of it. I thought he was just looking at my beautiful best friend beside me, and I just can't look at someone who's cute. Chances are, I'll cry.

*Sidney's Point of View*

There was this girl in the crowd. She caught my eye. She was wearing my jersey and had the most gorgeous eyes. They were so gorgeous, I kept sneaking peeks at her throughout the game just to see them.

But with the more glances I snuck, it was more than just her eyes I noticed.

Her thighs were chubby and had beautiful curves. She had the prettiest face without a single blemish. I want to get to know this girl.

I sat down in the locker room and awaited the routine interviewers. They came in as I took my shirt off.

"Sidney! How do you think you guys did tonight?" Someone says. I don't know who. I never really know whose talking, I only know that I have to answer.

I struggled to find the words.

"Um, you know. Defense could use some more work, but it's nothing that can't be fixed. Offense was great as usual and I'm glad we held them as long as we did." I say, that girl still on my mind.

I can't even think straight. What I said, did it even make sense? I can't remember.

After a few more questions, I got dressed quickly.

When our eyes met before the game ended, she looked at the girl sitting next to her and her expression saddened. My heart hurt at the sight of it. Why would she feel sad? Why would such a beautiful girl even be saddened. Is that eve possible? She looked down at her lap until I looked away.

That's when I knew I wanted this girl to be mine. She was insecure and needed love, and I know how to make her feel beautiful.