Page 92 of Set the Moment
The guys are all celebrating tonight's win, some patting Blake on the shoulder and others discussing whatever party they're going to tonight, but my mind is set on one thing, and I can smell it now.
My fingers itch to paint, to let out this emotion that I’m feeling and just be back to my old self. I don’t even think that I’m angry about Sienna not being here to support me, but I am disappointed.
You don’t break a promise to someone you love.
I wonder if that’s how she felt when she was a kid and her parents didn’t show up for her recitals.
Was she disappointed? I know that she was sad, but was that feeling as deep as the one that I feel right now?
Blake is a chipper fucking camper, happy and talking like he wasn’t sulking in the corner earlier as we walk out of the locker room with Derek ahead of us.
My brow furrows as he stops in front of something before walking the opposite away, revealingmygirl.
Sienna stands next to Georgia, wearing a black beanie and one of our special white and blue hockey sweaters. A smile breaks on my face at the sight of her wearing our jersey, only for it to fall as she turns to the side, looking up at Georgia.
What. The. Fuck.
The number 52 sprawled on her shoulder sends my blood pressure to an all new high and the vein in my neck pulsing.
Last time I checked, the number I wear on my back weekly is 26…Derekis 52.
My jaw clenches as I sidle up to Blake, agreeing and nodding at whatever he has to say, but my eyes are locked onher.
“Give your keys to Sienna,” Blake tells Cleo, and my brow furrows as I look between the three of them.
Sienna tilts her head at me, as if she's confused on why I’m staringherdown, but I remain silent, seething as Cleo and Blake skip off to wherever.
Out of respect for my girl, I wait for the two of them to walk away before I sidle up to her, plucking the keys out of her hands and tossing them to Georgia.
“Excuse–”
“You’re excused,” I dismiss her, turning my attention to the wide eyed girl in front of me. Sienna gapes at me in shock as I take her hand in mine, silently leading her away from her friends.
“Where are we going?” she blubbers, completely off guard as I lead her out to my car.
“Babe, wait! Jace, are you okay?” Sienna digs her heels into the asphalt, making me stop to look at her, and when I do, my heart skips a beat.
“Take that off.”
She blinks at me twice before furrowing her neatly arched brows. “What?”
“Take. It. Off,” I say, stepping closer with each step.
Sienna’s breath hitches as we stand toe to toe with each other, her looking up at me in pure bewilderment.
“Have you lost your mind? Jace, what are you on right now?”
“Nothing. Get in the car,” I say with a sigh as she tilts her head to the side, giving me that annoyed look that she does.
“No, I—”
“Get in the car, Sienna.” My command has her eyes widening, but she does as she’s told and gets in, albeit a little hesitant.
The ride to where I’m taking her is short, only a ten minute drive away from the rink.
Sienna is quiet, watching me with sharp eyes as I walk around to her side of the car.
“What are we—”
