Just Hold Me (Sidney Crosby) EDITING THEN CONTINUING

Chapter 29 - Pow Part 2

I watch Sidney drive, on our way back to his house from the game. He was still pretty steamed from the comments from the other player towards me. I shouldn't have lost it. I shouldn't have let it get to me the way it did. Shouldn't have cried.

Shouldn't have let him know I was upset.

Sidney's eyes stare out at the road, streams of lights from pairs of headlights climb up his face and then disappearing into the darkness.

I bring my knees to my chest and rest my chin on my knees, staring out the windshield.

I don't know what to say, and I'm not one for silence. I love talking. And I have a lot to tell. You just need to ask the right questions.

I took breathe louder than I meant, direting Sidney's attention.

I peek over at him and see his long glance in my direction.

He turns his gaze back to the road in front of him. He grips the steering wheel with one hand as he scratches the side of his face, a long breath coming out of his mouth.

I look back at the road, but see him give another glance towards me out of the corner of my eyes.

"So." He says, loudly, making my skin goosebump, still looking out at the road.

Is he angry? Is he sad?

Smad?

"So.." I say back.

"Are you gonna tell me what he said? Or do I just have to keep wondering?" He asks bitterly and showing obvious annoyance.

"You don't need to know what he said. Besides I don't see why it matters or why you're still hanging on it. I'm over it."

"I don't need to know? You are my girlfriend and I think that gives me a right to know what someone said to you."

"You're obviously still angry about it, and if I tell you, you will just get even more angry, and driving and anger don't mix."

"Stop making excuses. This is not the time for your bullshit."

I turn to him, my jaw dropping in anger, my brows scrunched in confusion.

"Excuse me? Nothing I say is bullshit."

"Most of it."

"Well, I do say your name a lot."

He shoots me a look.

I don't know what his problem is, but I really don't like it. He needs to control his mouth when he's angry.

"You really need to calm down. It's really not okay with how you're treating me."

"All I did was ask what he said."

"Yeah, but saying everything I say is an excuse or bullshit isn't exactly going along with your question."

"Oh my god. Can I not ask a fucking question?"

"Yes you can! But insulting me is something you CAN'T do."

"I wasn't fucking insulting you!"

"Well what do you call that?" I ask him.

"Pointing out the obvious."

"Get off your fucking guy period before I smack you into next week so you won't be going through this shitty attitude."

"God, do you ever stop nagging?"

"Are you calling me annoying?"

"Yes. In a way."