Hat Trick

Chapter 2

My eyes were wide, and Erin's jaw hung open in shock. There, standing right infront of us, were Kyle Turris and Jakob Silfverberg. Our favourite players! "Hello." Turris said. Erin waved at them both, and I smiled sheepishly. "H-hi." I stammered. Erin looked at them, still awestruck. "Do you... er... mind staying after the game? Stay in your seats, and we'll come with you." Silfverberg asked, and we nodded happily. Suddenly, Paul Maclean, who was standing near them, turned around. "What the hell are you two doing? I don't care how cute the girls are, get on the ice and warm up!" We blushed as the stumbled hurriedly away.

Every now and then, through out warm up, they'd cast us glances, or smile, but all that was on our mind was after the game. We watched the game happily, and the Senators won it 4-2, but that wasn't what put smiles on our faces.

We stayed put in our seats as the arena emptied out, until it was just us. "Hey!" Came a voice from a few sections over. We turned our heads to the source of the call, and noticed a staff member. "You girls gotta leave!" They yelled. We stammered our excuse, but they shook their head in disbelief. "Mhm? Sorry ladies, you gotta go!" We groaned, and the silent arena was filled with the clicks of our shoes as we ran up the stairs to leave. We skidded around the corner in the arena hallway, and bumped straight into some people. Oh no, I thought, Not more staff members. We're already in enough trouble!

The people we bumped into were worse than staff members. It was Jakob and Kyle. "Oh, weren't you going to stay?" Jakob asked. Erin nodded quickly, and I said, "Well, you didn't tell us about the angry staff." They both looked surprised at what I said, but laughed when they noticed the smiles on our faces.

"Alright, well, we can't talk to you here, then. Why don't we all go to my place?" Kyle suggested. I nodded in agreement, but Erin put up a finger, "But... it's so late!" She raised her eyebrows, as if trying to make a point. "Yes, on a Friday night. You surely wont have work to wake up to tomorrow, will you?" Jakob asked. Kyle and I nodded, and I nudged her. "C'mon, Erin. Don't be a party pooper!" I laughed, and she finally gave in. We all piled into Kyle's minivan, and drove to his place. Man, NHL players make a lot of money.