Opal's Boy

Chapter 2

The next morning, I woke up to a text from Patrick.

Patrick: guys lookin sharp. tell crosby.

I rolled my eyes and responded.

Me: don't get too confident bud

Patrick: see u soon

I put my phone down and got in the shower.

When I got out, I decided to do something terrible.

Wear my Crosby jersey but duct tape Kane over it.

I smiled at my idea and continued getting dressed.

It was around 3:00 when I finished getting dressed. I went downstairs to eat.

As I was eating, I got a call from Patrick.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ope. Player Wives and Girlfriends are sitting in a different section tonight. Meet me like thirty minutes before the game starts so I can give you that ticket."

Even though we were merely friends, Patrick always insisted that I sit with the wives and girlfriends. It gave me false hope.

"Sounds good Pat."

"I'll see you then. Be safe."

"I will. Bye Patrick."

I hung up and went to go watch tv.

It was soon time to go to the game. I got in my car and headed to the arena.

When I got in, I texted Patrick and he soon appeared.

As he walked towards me, he scoffed at my jersey. I turned around so he could see the back and I heard him laugh.

"You said you didn't wanna see Crosby on my back," I laughed.

"You're gonna get so much shit for that," he said as he hugged me.

I pulled away and he handed me the ticket.

"Meet me here after the game and we can go get dressed or whatever," he said as he stood in front of me with his hands on his hips.

I nodded and hugged him again.

"Do good tonight, Kane," I said as I pulled away.

He tapped my nose lightly and turned to walk away.

When I got to my seat, the wives laughed at my jersey. They knew me well enough to know why I did it, but I did get some strange looks from the crowd.

The game went well, but the Pens won it, thanks to a shot by Sidney.

I walked to the spot where I was promptly met by a rushed Patrick.

"What's going on?" I asked him as he pulled me by the arm.

"I don't wanna be here longer than I have to be," he grumbled.

I came to a halt and forced him to look at me.

"Hey, you did great tonight. I don't care that Sidney got that shot, you're my best friend and I'll always like you better," I told him.

He gave me a small smile and a side hug.

"Thanks Ope. Let's go."

We got to my house and Patrick threw on a form fitting button down and slacks that he'd left at my house. He helped me pick out a slutty dress he'd bough me a year ago. I told him I'd wear it but I never did.

It was a sparkly red nightmare that barely covered my ass. He picked out a pair of black heels and made me wear them.

He told me to put curls in my long brown hair so I did.