Lost Love

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

{Ryan}

I head off of the rink at Rexall Place through the tunnel and hi-five a few fans as they reach down to try and make contact with their heroes.

All of the Oilers players make our way back into the locker room, and we all celebrate, cheering and laughing as we walk in.

"WHOO! Atta be boys!" Ryan Jones cheers loudly, hi-fiving each of us as we walk in.

"What an amazing hockey game! Let's go boys, nicely done!" Andrew says.

"And NUGE! What an overtime winner! Man, that's incredible!" Hallsy chants.

Cheers erupt around the locker room.

"Thanks guys." I say, as I sit down and start changing.

It's been a good game. It's been a good night. I know that Taylor watches almost all of my games and there is a good chance she is watching it at home on TV. I really hope she's sitting there, happy as could be, and maybe just maybe, falling in love with me?

Probably not.

I shake my head, and continue changing. Right then, Coach Eakins comes walking in.

"Alright boys. That was an amazing game. We outplayed those Ducks, no doubt. Nuge, what a great goal, Andrew, what a great pass. We really played as a team tonight. I'm proud of you guys." Coach Eakins says.

Coach is never this deep in his talks. He always keeps it plain and simple, and to the point. He must be really proud of us.

"Now hit the showers." He says firmly, getting right back down to business.

We all cheer once more, and head to the showers.

I come out, dry myself off, and change into casual clothes. Most of the guys are changing still, or they are still in the showers.

I'm really happy with the way the game went tonight. I remember thinking, "Do it for Taylor." over and over again in my head while I was on the breakaway in overtime.

And of course, with that in my head, I scored. Everything I do, is ultimately, for her.

I just hope one day she can see that, and learn to love me.

But for now, I have to hang in there. Seeing her everyday, dying to hold her hand, but knowing I can't... it kills me.

The boys congratulate me, and I make my way out of the locker room to head back home.

Surprisingly, I am able to get past most of the fans without having to sign autographs, as there weren't too many left this long after the game.

I head to my truck, and start driving back home.

I arrive at home, and I consider texting Taylor asking her if she watched the game. I look at the clock. 12:30 AM. She probably is asleep, and I wouldn't want to wake her.

I'll just talk to her later.

I still don't know whether she is dating Logan Adams. He's one hell of a hockey player, and he's quite the good looking fella, if you ask me. I just hope she just considers him a friend. I really should ask her if they are dating or not, but I'm almost afraid to know the answer.

It's unfair of me to be jealous of Logan. Taylor is twenty, and if she wants to date Logan, then by all means, she should. Unfortunately, it kills me to see her happy with someone else. So for my sake, I hope that they just remain friends.

I get changed, and find myself passed out in bed. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

My phone starts ringing.