I get to the arena at five after six, which is basically early for me. Parking is a nightmare, but I find a spot and walk to meet Tyler. The sidewalk is streaming with people in Wildcat hockey jerseys and hatsâcouples, groups of friends, families. My steps slow as I approach the front entrance.
I stop a girl walking past me. âExcuse me, is there something going on at the arena tonight?â
She smiles big. âYeah. The Wildcats are playing Dallas.â
âThanks,â I mutter and continue walking with the rest of the people heading to the game. I stop before getting into the line and pull out my phone to text him, but then realize heâs not going to see it because heâs playing a freaking hockey game.
âI just want to talk about Everly. I have a small conflict. Not a date,â I mutter all the things he said under my breath in a mocking tone. I want to throttle him.
âHi.â A guy approaches me tentatively. âAre you Piper Vaughn?â
âYes.â I study his face but canât place him.
âIâm supposed to give you this.â
I take the envelope from him, and he takes off without another word. If I was hoping for an explanation or maybe an apology, I donât get it. Instead, I find a ticket for the game and food vouchers.
Against my better judgment, I go inside. My stomach is a wreck, so I bypass food and find my seat. I freeze when I see Everly. I double-check that Iâm in the right seat and then she looks up and waves like she was expecting me.
With a sigh, I sit beside her. âYour brother is on my shit list.â
âIâm supposed to tell you that heâll meet you right after the game and heâs sorry, but itâs the only time he has until next week.â
I arch a brow.
âThe team is traveling for away games the rest of the week and into the weekend,â she clarifies.
I nod and search the ice for him. He skates around the net and retrieves a puck. His gaze lifts and I hold my breath when he looks right at me. Of course, he knows where to find me, he bought the ticket after all.
âYou come to all the games?â I ask.
âThe home games.â
âAnd the away games?â
âI stay by myself.â Then she quickly adds, âTyler calls to check in like every two hours and he sends people to pop in and make sure Iâm fine. Itâs really obnoxious.â
I tip my head toward the textbook in her lap. âHomework?â
âYeah. I have to finish a chemistry assignment.â She scrunches up her nose.
âYou donât like chemistry?â
âNot really.â
I take the book from her and flip through it. âYeah, it wasnât really my thing in school either.â
âAre teachers supposed to admit things like that?â
I laugh. âI donât know, but itâs the truth.â
She takes it and opens it back up. âDid you always want to be an art teacher?â
âYeah. Always. My grandmother was a teacher. I would go over to her house and dig through her teaching supplies. My stuffed animals suffered through a lot of pretend school.â
She snorts. âI donât know what I want to be when I grow up yet, but I canât imagine wanting to relive high school.â
âYou donât like school?â
âIsnât that obvious?â
âWhat about your last school?â I ask tentatively. I let my gaze go back to the ice and pretend like Iâm not dying to know what led her to living with her brother.
âHigh school sucks no matter where you live,â she says so definitively that it makes my chest hurt, and then she goes back to her homework.
Chris texts as the game is starting, Are we still on for dinner later?
âOh, shiâcrap,â I censor myself when Everlyâs head pops up. I probably shouldnât be cursing around a student.
âEverything okay?â
âI was supposed to have dinner with my boyfriend later. I forgot.â
âYou forgot about your boyfriend?â
âI was distracted by my rage,â I say as I tap out a response to Chris letting him know something came up.
âHow long did you two date?â
âMe and Chris?â I ask as I put away my phone.
âNo, you and my brother.â
âOh. Right. Eight months.â
âHuh.â She looks like she wants to say more but doesnât.
Everly returns to her homework, and I get lost in the game. Hockey was a big part of my life even before I met Tyler. My uncle Tim was a pro hockey player and at least a few times a year weâd go and watch him play. And on rare occasions, my dad, who had also played as a kid, would lace up his skates and the two of them would play. The memory of my dad makes my smile fall. I miss him.
He had a stroke my senior year of high school that made it hard for him to communicate and to remember certain things. I know he loves me. I feel it when Iâm around him, but our relationship is different. He remembers most of my childhood, but he forgets things I told him last year. Itâs hard. Heâs different. And as much as I donât want to constantly compare things to before the stroke, we simply arenât as close; and that ache, missing the man he was, or could be, has woven itself into the very fiber of my being.
I find Tyler on the ice. I watch as he speeds by players and puts himself into position in front of the net. He fights off a defender putting pressure on him, trying to get between him and the goalie, but Tyler holds his ground. Someone passes him the puck, and he turns and shoots it through the five hole, lighting up the goal post.
My breath hitches as everyone around me gets to their feet and cheers on number twenty-one. A couple people near us are wearing his jersey. Itâs too weird. Everly even looks happy. She glances back at me still in my seat. âAre you okay?â
âPerfect.â I stand. âIâm going to get some food.â
âYouâre not leaving, right?â she asks as I turn to flee. She has to yell over the continued applause and cheers for Tyler.
Itâs exactly what Iâd planned to do, but looking at Everly and knowing Iâll have to face her and her brother again no matter how this night ends, I change my mind.
âNo, Iâm not leaving. Iâm gonna grab some food though.â I hold up the vouchers Tyler left me. Itâs a pretty big stack and Iâm going to use every last one on greasy, delicious food that will hopefully distract me from watching my hot ex-boyfriend being cheered on by twenty-thousand people. âDo you want anything?â
She nods, and I get the first real smile Iâve ever seen from Everly Kent.