Fire on Ice (Sidney Crosby Fanfic)

Jersey

We take our seats. I watch Sidney show off like the fucking attention whore that he is. Beau keeps on looking over at Christina and she blushes like a fucking middle-schooler. Their lovey-dovey shit is cute, but it gets on my nerves watching it so often. When the game starts I get the pleasure of watching Guddy play, but it's nothing compared to the look on Crosby's face when the Penguins lose 4-2.

I am the only person cheering in the whole crowd where we are sitting and Christina gives me the, "I am begging you to sit down," eye. I don't care. I'm way too happy. I'm in such a good mood that I couldn't care less about whether I go with Christina to that bar or not. I make Christina go with me to buy a Guddy T-shirt. She can't be reluctant, she knows she owes me.

We get in a traffic jam on our way to the bar, I guess taking time buying the shirt was a bad idea. Almost all of the wags are already here when we finally get to the bar. We walk through the door and I just see a bunch of eyes turn towards us. Compared to most of them, Christina isn't trying at all. Some of them immediately jump up with smiles and come over to hug us. I have to be introduced all over again, they couldn't care less who I am. I can immediately feel their dislike towards me and I start to understand how Christina feels.

We join them at their table. I don't feel like drinking because I have to drive, but I probably should considering the crappy way they're making me feel. I get some orange juice. Christina actually manages to fit in with them, though, something I could probably never do. Brandon Sutter's girlfriend, Giselle, keeps on staring at my jersey, I feel so uncomfortable.

"What?" I finally ask. It comes out a lot more rude than awkward. It was supposed to be awkward.

Giselle is taken back, but then she raises an eyebrow to say, "You wore a Panthers jersey?"

"Is that a problem?" I don't even care what I start anymore. Christina elbows me under the table.

"You're with the Penguins, honey."

I can feel myself get tense, "I don't like the Pens."

"What? Are you happy we lost?"

"I'm happy my team won."

Her eyes widen and I feel like she's going to spit on me, but she laughs instead and turns to the general conversation. I figure it's better not to even try and somehow manage to last the night talking as little as possible. I take out my phone and try to occupy myself with it. Pretty soon the players start coming in and Christina leaves me to talk to Beau by the door for like five minutes.

When they come back Beau talks to me a little bit, the first person tonight to be decent towards me. I enjoy it while it lasts, because in a couple seconds he's going to turn to Christina and forget all about the rest of us. In the next ten minutes the whole team other than Sidney Crosby is here. I'm so glad I don't have to be in the same room with him.

Everyone seems less bummed out about the loss after a couple drinks. All I am interested in is my phone, and none of them really bother to talk to me, anyway, other than Christina. Literally, I think that everyone in this room hates me and I don't think anyone would hate me if I didn't wear this stupid jersey. Whenever any one of them looks at me they scowl.

"I think now that they have you to focus their anger on, they like me," Christina says to me.

"Are you fucking with me? Can I leave then?"

"No, please stay, come on, it's not killing you. You can be at home now or here, I think here is better."

"I think home is better."

"Come on, does it really matter right now?"

It doesn't, I might as well stay. "No."

Christina smiles and is about to say something, but she is suddenly jerked back when Beau gets up to hug someone. We both wait to see who it is. Sidney Crosby sits right in between Christina and Beau. Christina's eyes widen in disbelief.