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Hockey Game Seats
"Maggie! We're gonna be late, let's go!" Em shouted from the front door.
"One sec!" I screamed back at her. Em has no patience when it comes to going out.
I ran a brush through my short brown hair, threw my bag over my shoulder, and took off downstairs.
"What took so long? You said 5 minutes, not hours." Em - my best friend Emily - complained.
"And I was 6 minutes. Chill out." I shrugged as I locked my front door and headed towards Em's car. "The game starts in like an hour."
"And I told Cole we'd be there early." She started her car.
"I'm sure Prince Charming can wait an extra minute." I grumbled as we pulled away from my small, one bedroom house.
The ride to the hockey arena was filled with loud music and even louder singing; more or less from me. Em wasn't in the mood to belt out her favourite songs.
Her loss, not mine.
Checking the dashboard clock, we pulled into the parking lot exactly when we were planning too- 5:00p.m.
Em jumped out of her car and brushed out her jeans and shirt. Being 5'10 really messes with your clothes when you drive I guess.
I wouldn't know. At 18, almost 19, I'm only 5'6 and have been since grade 9.19
"Mags," Em used my dreaded nickname, "get out so I can lock the car." She really was worried about being late to meet Cole, her boyfriend of 2 years.
"What's the rush? He knows you're never late. You have been dating for a while, ya know." I joked as I hopped out of the car, adjusting my bag as I caught up with Em.
"I don't know. He seemed anxious on the phone. I just want to be sure everything is okay." She explained as we walked up the steps to the ticket booth.
"He's probably trying to freak you out. He's done it before." I suggested as we stood in line.
Em is always concerned about Cole because he's always anxious about things. He doesn't have diagnosed anxiety, but he's probably pretty close to being sent in by Em.
They really are perfect for each other though, I will admit. They met in grade 10 when they were both 16 and by February - yes, Valentine's day he asked her out- the following year they were dating and have been since. I'm the only one who supported the two of them at the beginning. Em's parents didn't like the idea of dating in grade 11 (to be fair, it was half way through grade 11.) and Cole's parents wanted nothing to do with Em. She- their words, not mine- was too much of a teacher's pet.
I, however, thought them going out was the best thing ever and helped them through everything. Eventually both sets of parents came around and have gotten over any problems they had.
"Cole has the tickets." Em sighed, checking her purse and pockets over and over.
"Where is he?" I shivered. I hadn't been planning on standing outside for too long when I dressed in a tank top and small sweater.
"He just parked." Em read the text.
"So he's late? You rushed me for nothing?" I laughed. Cole is always late and Em is always early.
"It's not his fault. He just has organization issues." She defended her boyfriend.
"Right, and when I'm late it's 'all my fault. What took so long?'"
"You know what I mean." Em crossed her arms over her chest.
"Sorry, but I can't say that I do." I grinned up at her.
"Em!" Cole's voice came up from behind us, "where's Mag- oh hey!" He waved as he stepped beside Em. He couldn't see me behind her.
"Sorry my height is soo inconvenient." I rolled my eyes and smiled up at Cole. He's even taller than Em. He's been 6'2 since grade 11.
"Here's the tickets." He whipped them out from his pocket.
"Awesome! Let's go." I grabbed them from his hands as the couple stared at each other with hearts in their eyes.
"Come on," I gave them a shove from behind, "you're the ones who wanted to be early."
After our tickets were scanned, Em and Cole lost me in the sea of people in the arena. I, of course, could see them because of their heights.
I checked my seat number and section on my ticket and went in search of it. Cole and Em probably wanted to walk by themselves anyways.
Stumbling and shoving through the crowd, I made it to the right seat section.
Practically running down the steps, I looked for row 4 at the bottom. There were two guys who looked like they were in row 4.
Hopefully I'm not sitting beside them.
"Maggie!" Cole shouted behind me. I waited for the two of them to catch up to me on the stairs.
"Oooh. Those guys might be sitting by us." Em nudged me as we walked the rest of the way.
"Oh, please." I laughed, "I'm not looking for a boyfriend at a hockey game."1
"Hey," Em threw her hands up, "ya never know."
Cole grabbed her hand as we got to our row. The guys were in fact in our row and, it gets better, they were- "Looks like we're right here." Cole took a seat three seats down from them.
"Cole, can you scoot down?" I warned him with my eyes that I wanted nothing more than to stay away from those guys.
"Sorry, Maggie." Em took a seat, "go down there." She winked.
Mumbling under my breath, I sat down beside the two guys who seemed completely oblivious to our presence.
"-you've gotta stop worrying about her. Chelsea is old news, dude." The guy beside me- who looked about 20- was telling his friend.
"You don't get it though. She was great." His friend mumbled.
"Trev, forget her. She's gone. History. Bye bye, Chelsea." The guy beside me waved with his hand.
"You're not helping." His sad friend said.
I couldn't help but laugh at this point. The guys finally looked over at me, as well as Em and Cole.
"Th..that was a fff..funny joke, Em." I faked, praying she'd catch on.
"I thought so too." She smiled and turned back to talk with a Cole.
"Sorry," the guy beside me said, "you can have this arm rest." He moved his arm for me.
"Don't worry about it." I smiled, finally getting to see his face, "I don't need it."
The guy had brown, gelled up hair with blue eyes and because of how close I was, I could see light freckles across his nose in the light. His friend looked slightly younger- whether he really was or just looked it, I didn't know- with brown hair and glasses.
"And neither do I." he laughed, his eyes lighting up. "I'm Cameron and this is Trevor." Cameron pointed; Trevor to busy sulking to look up again.
"I'm Maggie." I smiled, "and my friends Em and Cole." I nodded behind me.
"Em?" Cameron raised an eyebrow.
"Short for Emily? Everyone calls her Em though."
"Trevor here," he elbowed his friend, "likes to be called Trev, don't you?" He tried getting his attention.
"Right, yeah. I'm Trev." The guy extended his hand for me to shake.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Maggie if you missed my name." I shook his hand.
"I'm gonna get some food." Trevor, I mean Trev, announced. He obviously was in a really bad mood.
"He.. uh.. he's getting over a break-up." Cameron turned to me.
"He's taking it pretty hard."
"They'd been dating for a couple months." Cameron shrugged.
I pulled out my phone to check the time and, I'll admit, to pretend like I had a text. I wasn't really sure what to say to Cameron.
"Who are you cheering for?" He asked after a few minutes of silence between us. "The Chiefs I hope."
"Yeah, hopefully they'll win tonight. They always lose when I watch."
"Really? They win whenever I come. I guess we'll have to see who's more of a jinx."
Laughing, I told him; "I'm pretty unlucky. It's probably me."
"Ah, but you see, I'm super lucky." Cameron shot me a smirk.
I only grinned and shook my head. He has no idea how unlucky I can be.
"I guess we'll have to wait and see then." I bit my lip and focused my attention back to the ice where the players were warming up.
I jumped at the sound of Cameron's phone ringing beside me. "Sorry." he apologized, "I didn't know it was so loud."
After answering his phone, I tried my best to ignore what he was saying. I didn't need to eavesdrop.
"--kidding me, right? Trev, come on man. She broke up with you." I caught bits.
"I don't care what you do. Just leave me out of it from now on, okay?" Cameron sighed and hung up.
I turned to Em to see if I could start up a quick conversation before Cameron realized I might of heard some of his phone call.
"Em?" I nudged her, "Em?"
"Yeah, Maggie?" She turned to face me.
"I was just going to get a drink. Did you want anything?"
"No, thanks though." She flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"Cole?" I leaned forwards to see him.
"I'm good." He kept his eyes on the ice.
"It's only warm up." I muttered, bending down to pick up my bag.
"Where ya going?" Cameron's attention shot to me.
"Oh, um, just going to get a pop. Want anything?" I offered.
"Can I come with you? I gotta stretch."
"Sure." I smiled, waiting for him to get up so I could leave the row. I only then realized how short he was for a guy; about Em's height of 5'10.8
We walked up the steps in silence; both unsure of what to even say, being strangers and all.
"So those guys are your friends?" Cameron rocked awkwardly while we stood in line.
"Yup. Em and I have been friends since about grade 7. We met Cole in Grade 10 and they started dating in 11." I dug my wallet out of my bag.
"I'll pay." Cameron pulled out his wallet, "and that's pretty cool. But doesn't third-wheeling it suck?"
"They don't usually ignore me like that," Em wants me to talk to you. "They just haven't talked much the past couple of days and they're catching up." I lied.
"I remember when I'd go out with Trev and his ex Chelsea, I'd always be pushed away like I wasn't there." Cameron said before ordering fries and two drinks for us.
"Thank you." I took my sprite from him, "and I've never really had to deal with that before."
"Trust me," Cameron moved to the side counter to wait for his fries, "I made a vow that I'd never do it again. It was that bad." He laughed
I stood beside him, sipping my sprite, watching the crowd of people walk by.
"Have you ever known somebody who just keeps breaking up and getting back together with the same person over and over?" Cameron asked, staring at the drink in his hands.
"I knew a girl who did, yeah."
"Trev's like that." Cameron took a sip of his pepsi, "and I know, I know. We just met and it's a weird thing to say, but he won't be sitting with me when we go back down there and I figured you'd wonder why."
"I'm guessing he phoned you?" I played with my straw.
"Yeah, he's back with Chelsea. I brought him to this game to help him get over his third break up with her, but who knew she'd call him crying, wanting to get back together." Cameron grabbed his fries and we started back to our seats.
"That.." I started.
"Really sucks. I know. I can't help much though because I've tried enough, ya know? You can only try so hard."
"I get it." I found the stairs for our section. Realizing Cameron now didn't have anyone at the game with him, I figured he'd go home.
"You're gonna stay at the game?" I asked once we took our seats. Em and Cole were gone.
"We have a bet going, don't we?" Cameron grinned before digging into his fries.
"Go! Come on, go!!" Em screamed beside me.
The game had just started the third period and the Chiefs had a break away.
"She's excited." Cameron laughed beside me.
"She always is." I laughed back.
Since the game started, Cameron and I have been getting to know each other.
It turns out we have a lot in common. He just turned 20- like I guessed- and from the big city. He graduated high school the same year Em, Cole, and I did and has been taking a year off before starting university. It turns out that we both were accepted into the same university, taking classes close by each other.
As we talked, I realized how well we get along. I felt comfortable talking to him. He seemed to have a personality that makes him comfortable talking to anyone, so I didn't mention it.
He told me things about his family, what he wants to do, his favourite movies and music, and that he has only dated one girl back in high-school. They broke up because she thought he was too "cheesy".
We compared stories and laughed at each other throughout the game.
"Dammit! Why can't we score?" Em sunk lower in her chair.
"Because Maggie's here. I told you to not invite her." Cole joked.
"Very funny." I glared at him.
"Next time you're staying at your house." Em grumbled, causing Cole and I to laugh.
"She says that now." Cameron smirked. The best thing about Cameron was that he got along with Em and Cole. He fit right in.
"You love me, Em." I wrapped my arm around her shoulder.
"Right." She muttered, sending me a smile after.
We all joked around the rest of the game and didn't realize the game was over until the buzzer scared Em and I. Checking the score, I whipped around to grin at Cameron.
"I told you I'm the jinx."
His eyes darted to the scoreboard and back to me; 4-1 was the finally score.
"Ah well, I'm lucky in other ways." Cameron smiled.
Before I could ask how, Em noticed the kiss cam turn on.
"What a weird time to turn it on. Everyone's leaving." She said, standing up to go.
We all got up and headed up the stairs, taking a quick glance at the top to see who was on the big screen.
"Oh look!" Em squeezed Cole's hand, "We're on it!" A quick peck on the lips and they were apart again, but the camera stayed where it was.
"Let's go." I tried tugged Em's shirt, but ended up letting go and falling into Cameron.
Oh my god. Of course I'm this unlucky.
Cameron didn't seem to mind; he ignored my multiply apologizes and stood me back on my feet.
The kiss cam still stayed on us.
Everybody was leaving the arena.
But it stayed on us.
"Hey, Maggie?" I turned to face Cameron, "I'm lucky in the way that I met you." His lips brushed my cheek before I turned bright red.1
"Awwee!!" Em cooed behind me, ruining any "special" moment that could have been. Cole, sensing this, walked towards the door leading outside.
I stared at Cameron for a good 30 seconds before either of us said anything.
"The camera is gone now." He shuffled nervously. I still didn't say anything.
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad did I mess up?" He winced.
Finally I spoke up; "You're so ridiculously cheesy!"
Cameron looked at me for a few seconds before we both burst out laughing.
"I told you I am." He ran his fingers through his hair.
"And I told you I'm unlucky. Looks like we both proved something tonight." I smirked.
"But I also proved how lucky I am."
"You are not lucky!"
"I am too!"
We argued the rest of the way to the parking lot, hand in hand.