“My unwavering love and devotion.” Myla nudged me with her elbow while smiling at me. “Get some rest.”
She started to head out of my room. “Hey, Myla.”
She turned, holding the door open with one hand. “Yeah?”
“Are you really ok?” I needed to make sure she wasn’t just playing tough for my sake.
Her lips pulsed at the corners, forming the smallest hint of a smile as she fought back tears. “I will be. I’m just tired.”
“Goodnight, sis. Sleep well.”
My phone chirped and vibrated in my hand. Before I even looked to see who, the message was from, my heart started racing and my palms got clammy.
Karla: Hey! I was just thinking about you! Some game tonight.
Me: You watched it?
Karla: Every freaking second. You fucking clocked that guy. Did he really lose some teeth?
Me: Yeah, I kind of let my emotions get the better of me with that one.
Karla: It was one of the most entertaining games I have ever watched.
Me: Are you some puck bunny or something? Lol.
Karla: Ha! Hardly. What are you up to? Shouldn’t you be celebrating that amazing hat trick?
Me: If icing my knee and lying in bed is celebrating, then I am partying hard.
Karla: Sounds like a party.
Me: I could use some company.
Karla: Well, I don’t want to brag or anything, but all my friends say I am AWESOME company. And by all my friends, I mean all two of them. I know, I am SOOOOO popular.
Me: Well, can’t argue with that, Miss Popular. Come join me? I could use a nurse to tend to my wounds. I did get in two fights tonight.
Karla: Two? Did I miss part of the game?
Me: Long story. I’ll explain when you get here.
I sent Karla my address and my heart started racing even faster. I hadn’t been that nervous to have a chick over to my place since I was in high school. Before I knew it, Karla was massaging my knee with some type of icy-hot that she called hot cream. Whatever it was, it was an orange miracle in a jar.
“So, are you going to fill me in on your epic evening or what?” she asked, wiping her hands on a towel.
“Well, you saw the game, so you know Gavin got his first hat trick and we won.”
She leaned back against my headboard, shifting around to get comfortable. “Yep.”
I rolled onto my side to look at her. “What you didn’t see was that Myla was there with a date. She was right next to the penalty box.”
“That’s why you looked so pissed off when you were in there.”
It had been so long since I had taken the time to talk to someone other than Myla about my life, and it was incredible to watch Karla’s facial expressions as I told her just the simple shit about my night.
“Well, it gets better. So, her date turned into a fucking tool and tried to force himself on her.”
Karla gasped, throwing her hand to her chest. “Is she ok? Should I go check on her?”