Page 91 of Set the Moment
“So yeah, J…I just don’t think that we’re going to the game. I mean it’s still awkward with Blake and I and the other girls don’t even like hockey that much. I think Denver–” I zone out as I reread Cleo’s text about not coming to tonight's game.
I could understand why she wouldn’t go considering she had Blake chasing her in his underwear like a lunatic just a week ago, but why wouldn’t Sienna be there? I mean she has no reason to not be in attendance.
She and I just swore on it that she’d be there for me.
Fuck. Icannotgo into this game angry. Maybe she and the girls are still going to be here and Cleo’s the only one not coming…Yeah, that sounds right!
Sienna’s still coming…
Then why hasn’t she texted you back yet?My phone burns with my unopened text to Sienna.
I’m fucking pissed.
Shepromisedme.
She also ran away after kissing and having sex with you, so…
Now is not the time to go back and forth with my conscience over this, especially when the game is an hour underway and I’m in the locker room with the culprit of this whole thing right beside me.
I should kill him.
“Leave her the fuck alone, Wilder,” I mutter as Blake sends Cleo yet another text about how he fucked up.
Him fucking up with Cleo is fucking withmyrelationship!
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he snaps.
And that's how my best friend and I end up on opposite sides of the locker room, our chests heaving with Braxton, Derek, and Charlie between us.
Blake and I haven’t fought one another since freshman year when I pissed him off with my strict housekeeping rules in our dorm. And yet, fighting him made me feel so much better about everything.
I don’t know what that says about me, but hey…At least I’m honest.
Blake and I hash things out, apologizing to one another before stepping into the rink’s tunnel, the two of us putting our minds back on what’s really important today.
The game.
We’re about to hit the ice, the entire team standing in the tunnel waiting for the announcer to introduce us as the home team when Blake nudges my shoulder. Since I’d been the one to technically start our little tiff in the locker room, I’d lost my anger towards him shortly after it fused.
“You okay?” he asks, his blue eyes deep with concern as I shrug.
“We’ve got a game to win,” I say instead of giving him my real answer which is,why are girls so confusing?
Two days ago, Sienna and I were screaming to the rooftops that we love each other, and now, she’s not answering my texts and her cousin is claiming that they won’t come to tonight’s game.
Before I can start to overthink this even more, the lights in the arena dawn their familiar orange and blue hue.
It’s showtime.
Blake is the first out on the ice with me, ripping right behind him. The chill of the rink has nothing on the anger coursing through my body.
Is Sienna really not here?
Fuck, she has to be here. I mean she wouldn’t break a promise like that…I don’t even know why this is suddenly so serious to me, but the thought of her not being here does something to my heart.
The game goes by so quickly that I don’t even realize that it’s over until Blake scores the winning goal, and there’s still no sign of Sienna.
I search high and low throughout the crowd, and yet I don’t see her. When we took our intermissions and talked over plays with Coach, I hadn’t been able to check my phone to see if she responded to my texts.
