I CAN'T [ BROCK BOESER ]

- three -

I walk into my dorm with my heavy backpack over my shoulders, I groan as I take it off my shoulders and I toss it onto my bed. I have spent almost six hours in the library studying for my test on Monday, my mind is numb, and my brain is hurting, all I want to do is sleep but I need to study more. Jessica lies across her bed, her face shoved into her laptop, and smiles when she notices I'm in our dorm.

"Hey you." She says pushing herself up into a sitting position.

"I'm so done." I groan as I throw myself onto my bed face first. "And it's not even the first week of November."

"You need a break." Jessica says climbing onto my bed. I fix myself so I'm leaning against the wall with my pillow that rests on my lap.

"No, I need to make sure I pass this test on Monday so that means so much studying until it's engrained in my brain." I tell tilting my head back against the wall.

"And you will, but it's Saturday evening and you and I need a break. So, we're going out for the night." Jessica tells excitedly.

"Where?" I ask shuffling on my bed.

"I got tickets from my dad to the Vancouver Canucks game against Pittsburgh Penguins tonight. Lower bowl, door 118, row 3 and we're like so close to Canucks bench." Jessica exclaims clutching a hold of my hands. I let a groan escape from me, I don't want to go into downtown Vancouver tonight not when I have a big test on Monday morning.

"I don't know Jess." I sigh and Jessica sighs deeply at my words.

"We're going whether you like it or not." Jessica says firmly. She pushes herself up from my bed, crosses the floor, and pulls open her wardrobe.

"And I'll help you get ready." She tells hunting through her wardrobe.

Almost an hour later and I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I wear a pair of skinny black jeans that are ripped, a nice light pink shirt that's tucked into my jeans, and a light grey cardigan over the top so I stay warm. I bend down to slip on a pair of pink vans, when I stand back up, I see Jessica walking into our dorm room.

"Boys will be swooning at you tonight." She chuckles with she spots me standing in front of the mirror.

"I don't want guys swooning over me." I mutter lowly as I turn away from the mirror.

"Right, wrong choice of words." Jessica says moving closer to me. "I'm just saying you look stunning tonight."

"Thank you." I smile warmly at her. I see she is wearing a Canucks jersey.

"I never knew you were a fan." I say gesturing to the jersey.

Jessica laughs loudly. "Oh gosh, no. It's my dad's, I grabbed it from him when I got the tickets. I don't even know who the name is the back."

"Well, at least you look like a fan." I chuckle and look down at my very fancy outfit for a hockey game.

"Don't worry, we're meeting Alicia and Dayla at the arena and knowing those two, they'll be dressed up far worse than you." Jessica tells as she fixes herself in the mirror.

"That makes me feel a tiny bit better." I say pinching my forefinger and thumb close together.

"I bet you five dollars, Alicia is wearing her skimpy club dress tonight." Jessica bets turning to face me. I nod my head and we continue to get ready.