Game Winner (Penalty Kill 3)

“Well, now we’ve met. I should probably go socialize and celebrate correctly.” When I push off the counter, I’m expecting Tracie to take a step backwards, but she doesn’t so I’m flush against her. “Excuse me,” I mutter, stepping to the side to get away from her.

She calls after me, but I pretend not to hear. I wish I could say that’s the first and last time a girl hits on me throughout the night, but it isn’t. These are Jayson’s friends after all. I stay relatively sober, refraining from any of the drinking games, and around one in the morning, I go to bed. Before I fall asleep though, I text Presley.

I looooooovvvvvvveeeeeee you, Smarty & no, I’m not drunk.

Chapter Nine

Presley

“You’re killing me, Marley,” I huff. It’s Friday night, and I still can’t find anyone to go to the game with me.

“I’m sorry, Pres. I’ve got so much work to do, I just can’t.”

“It’s fine. I might go by myself.”

“Well, be careful and have fun. You’ve been cooped up too long.”

I don’t answer her, only tell her that I will call her later, and hang up the phone. I sit on my couch, missing Levi so much today. He’s traveling and can’t call me right now. Even though I’ve buried myself in homework, it doesn’t work all the time. My phone ringing, brings me out of my Levi-trance. I smile seeing Victor’s name on the display.

“Victor, I haven’t heard from you in a few days.”

“I’ve been busy, but I miss my little girl.”

I smile at his sweet endearment.

“I actually called for a reason. How about you and I go into the city and spend the day together?”

“Oh, I would love to. Levi got me tickets to the Pens game. Would you like to come?

“A Penguins game? Really, Presley? I might lose my Flyer fan association card.”

I laugh at him. “Please? No one else wants to go.”

“Well, I guess I could go. I mean you are going with me to the city. How about I pick you up in the morning?”

“Thank you, Victor.”

We hang up, and I decide to send a text to Levi.

I lllooovvveeee you & no I’m not drunk =)

~

I open my door to see Victor’s smiling face. It’s identical to Levi’s, just a few years older. He gives me a big hug. When I pull away, I grab my purse, and we head out.

On the way to the city, we discuss Victor’s health, which is doing great since the heart attack. Then he started telling me all about his hunting that he’s doing. I truly could care less, but I listen attentively because it’s Victor, and I love him.

We head downtown first. The city is decorated for the autumn weather, and I can’t believe that Christmas isn’t all that far away. What am I going to get Levi? I shake my head because all I want is Levi.

We hit a few shops, and of course Victor tries to buy me everything. He’s so sweet. We finally head over to a restaurant and grab a bite to eat. We talk about school and my joy of law school. I haven’t picked what kind of law I want to go into, but I’ve thought of entertainment lawyer. I love sports, and it might be great working so close to Levi.

We head to the arena, and I’m thankful I’m wearing a hoodie. We had to stand outside in line. I’m hoping that I don’t miss the warm ups. I love watching them stretch and get ready for the game. I wish I had worn Levi’s jersey, but it isn’t like he was playing for the Penguins yet.

“Wow, these are great seats,” Victor says. We’re almost to the glass section. I see the Penguins skating around, and I can’t help feel pride for my favorite NHL team.

“Hey, Pres. Who’s that next to seventy-one?” Victor points over to the side of the ice I can’t see very well.

“Where?” I stand up and look towards the center of the rink. There is seventy-one, stretching his legs. Across from him is eighty-seven, on both knees, and they’re both talking to someone.