Page 12 of Daring the Hockey Player
I laugh. I swear, the girl doesn't even know what nervous means. She's always so calm and collected. Well, maybe calm doesn't describe Charlotte, but she always seems to have her shit together. I've never noticed her appear insecure or anxious.
I dig my phone out of my purse, and I'm surprised that I have decent reception. I snap a few photographs of us together in our Island Bruisers jerseys and post them to Instagram.
Charlotte is distracted on her own phone, and I type in Jasper Greyson, finding his Instagram profile.
It's not the first time I've stalked him online. I mean, it's just a harmless crush. After he swooped in and rescued me from that horrible date with Tripp, Jasper has certainly been on my mind.
But I should let it go. He's going to be my sister's brother-in-law. Which pretty much makes us family.
But he's hot and, from what I can tell, very single.
I scroll through the recent pictures, which are of him and the guys. There's even one of him and his niece, Bristol, which is sweet. They're both in skates on the ice.
The most recent picture is from a few minutes ago in the locker room, and he's shirtless. It already has over a thousand likes. He does have a good physique, and he clearly knows it.
Jasper Greyson isn't shy, certainly not about his body.
The man probably doesn't have any anxiety, either. Lucky bastard. I bite down on my tongue. I shouldn't be looking at his profile, but I can't help myself.
He has tons of followers, but he's only following less than one hundred accounts. I doubt that he'll follow me, but I follow his account and press the heart button by his photo.
It's unlikely that he'll even notice.
"Stalking your boyfriend?" Charlotte asks, glancing over my shoulder.
"No," I say and flip away from his profile.
"Liar." She laughs, taunting me. "You have to make him notice you. Right now, you're just another girl in the long line of women who want him. You have to stand out."
"And wearing the Bruisers jersey is going to do that?" I don't necessarily agree with her methods, but if it helps get him to notice me, maybe it's not such a bad plan.
"Let's take one more photo," Charlotte says. "Give me your phone."
I hand her my phone. She has long arms and manages to get a selfie of the two of us sporting our Island Bruisers jerseys. We're smiling and making silly faces. I assume that we're going to post it to Instagram with the other photos.
"Make it your profile picture," Charlotte says.
"What?" She's lost her mind. If I do that, everyone will think I'm an Island Bruisers fan. Not that I care, but my sister will see, and she'll probably disown me since her fiancé is an Ice Dragon.
“Well, that, or message the photo to him. You do have his cell phone number," she says cheekily.
"I never should have told you he gave me his number."
"Profile picture or text him." Charlotte is waiting for me to make a decision. She's always bitched about how I'm indecisive. Right now, both options seem terrible.
"Fine." I change my profile picture. It's unlikely he'll even notice that I followed his account or liked his most recent picture. That's the safer option.
The game finally starts, and I have no idea what's happening other than the Ice Dragons are in gold and black. Both teams fight for the puck, gliding across the ice.
The Ice Dragons have control, but not for long, when the Island Bruisers steal the puck. It goes back and forth, a constant battle between both teams with minimal scoring.
They're all trying to score, but both goalies seem to be doing an excellent job of keeping the puck away.
Jasper skates by the glass, his focus on the puck as he tries to get it away from the other team.
"Go, Jasper!" I squeal, not that I think he can actually hear me. The crowd is rowdy, and the other noise drowns me out.
Charlotte elbows me. "You're wearing a Bruisers jersey. You have to root for the other team."
