Catch me

Chapter 22

I had gotten Derek Jeter's number when I interviewed him a few weeks ago, and I don't know why he gave it to me, but he did.

A FEW WEEKS AGO

"Thanks." He flashed his amazing smile.

"No, thank you. Here." He handed me a piece of paper.

"W-what is it?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Open it." Holy shit! The Derek Jeter just gave me his REAL NUMBER!

"But why?" He leaned up against the wall on his bat.

"In case you ever want to interview me again. Or ever have a question for me about baseball. You do realize how long I've been in the sport?" I nodded.

"Yeah. Well thanks. Bye."

PRESENT DAY

See what I mean?! There was no way Sidney would find out about this at all.

***

Work was a breeze. I had to fill out more injury reports, (mostly NBA and NHL. It is after all, playoff time.) and update the standings for the MLB both leagues. AL/NL.

"Hey rook. I need you to interview Derek Jeter later today." Again?!

"Sure. What time?" He looked at his watch.

"Around 5:30. Game starts at 7:15, if the weather permits." I nodded then got a text from someone.

SID: hi

ME: hi I'm working

SID: I'm sorry. Wait. What?!

ME: I'm back in NYC.

SID: why???????? :/

ME: I can't miss work, or my boss will KILL me.

SID: oh. Ok. How r u feeling?

ME: fine. Gtg bye:) <3 u Sid

SID: <3 U2 (u, not the band) bye. :)

I needed a way out of this interview. Sure I said yes to it a few minutes ago, but I wasn't so sure now.

"Hey uh Scott?" He swiveled around.

"Yes?" I suddenly got nervous.

"I can't do this interview," I sputtered.

"But why? You looked stoked and pumped!" I spilled the truth. (Sorta.)

"I was in the hospital yesterday and today because I lost a great deal of blood."

Good one. But that was true.

"Hmm. I did see that on ESPN.com...alright. Take the rest of the week off and take it easy alright?"

Take the rest of the week off?! I'm down for that!

***

I laid in on my couch in my new apartment.

No one had said finding a place to love in New York was going to be easy, as it wasn't. But lucky for me, I found a place on 5th avenue and Times Square. It's cozy and roomy, which means I can throw massive parties, and have my parents...forget that part. I can have Brandon my brother stay with me.

Not long after I got settled onto the couch, did I receive a text.

UNKNOWN NAME/UNKNOWN NUMBER: hey Kelsey. ;)

ME: um...not to be rude but...who is this??

UNKNOWN NAME/UNKNOWN NUMBER: Derek Jeter.

ME: wow. Hold on one sec.

I changed his contact immediately.

ME: wait...how did u get this number??

DJ: it was on ur FB page.

ME: it was?! Sid must've put it up there...

DJ: who's Sid??

As if I had any chances with Derek anyways.

ME: my current boyfriend.

DJ: that's cool. Can we talk later?? I've got BO

ME: ew!! Gross!!

DJ: I meant BP. As in batting practice??

ME: lol hahaha. Sorry

DJ: it's cool. Bye

ME: $_$ bye:)

***

SIDNEY'S POV

I decided to take a break from hockey. (I'm so damn sore.) "Hey coach." He smiled.

"What can I do for you Sidney?" I rubbed the back of my neck. "Um...I was wondering if I could sit out this next game?" He looked concerned.

"You alright?" I nodded. "Yeah. I'm just sore."

"That's fine. I'll have Evgeni play for you." I walked out of his office.

I wasn't waiting around anymore. I really wanted to get somewhere with Kelsey. So I decided to text her.

ME: Hi

KD: Hi. What's up??

ME: So now I can't text u w/o u thinking something is up??

KD: Well u can...but...whatever.

ME: I love you

KD: Me too.

ME: No. Say it back. Please??

KD: Fine. I love you

ME: That wasn't sincere.

KD: Well how sincere do u want me to be?!

ME: I just want to know that u love me back.

KD: I do sid. I love you very much.

ME: Well...

KD: Well what?? Are we done again??

ME: Hell no

KD: then what r we??

ME: U tell me. You won't say I love you sincere enough

KD: Sidney Patrick Crosby!! you take that back!! and I would, but I'm still at work, so I can't. and plus, we're texting. How could I say it??

ME: Idk. maybe <3??

KD: Whatever. Bye.