A/N Anything in italics is a flashback.
Anything in bold is a thought to herself.
Anything with < and > indicate a text.
To start and end a chapter, I use *****.
To do a time skip, I use ~~~.
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   Once it finally reached the time for the game to start, Maisie dragged me to the couch. She sat down with a bowl of popcorn, draping a blanket over her legs. I sat down next to her, squished a bit as she didn't leave me much room.
"Are you watching, Opal?" She asked me, not taking her eyes off the screen.
"Yes, I'm watching." I sighed and rolled my eyes, though she didn't see it. I took some of the blanket from her to put over my legs as well. It was awfully cold in here, thanks to Maisie.
   We watched as the lights dimmed, signifying that the players were coming out. Maisie sat up a bit straighter to watch closely. I zoned out for a bit as the players were practicing. That is, until Maisie shook my shoulder so hard I thought she took it off.
"What do you want?" I snapped at her.
She back off a bit, "For you to point out who you slept with." She replied.
   I looked intently at the screen as it went over the crowd. "I told you, he's not there." I told her before it zoomed in on the players on the bench. It was time for the national anthems, so the camera went by each one. I had zero confidence that he would be there until my eyes landed on number 16. My eyes widened in shock and my jaw dropped so far, it could have it the ground.
"That's him." I told Maisie at the camera looked on to the next player.
"What number was he wearing?" She asked me, obviously not understanding which one I was talking about.
"Number 16." I answered you, still in shock.
"You screwed Mitch Marner and didn't even think to tell me about it?" She screamed in my ear.
"I didn't know who it was, dude." I exclaimed, starting to freak out. "I slept with an NHL player and I didn't even know. What if we were caught walking back? There could be picture of us out there already. What if he tries to contact me again? With normal guys, I gave them their stuff and never heard of them again. I will  never stop hearing about Mitch." I complained to her.
"It'll be fine, I think you should contact him and introduce me to Nikita Zaitsev." She winked at me as if she was joking, but I knew she was 100% serious.
I shook my head, "I'm not having a relationship with anyone. Especially, not a big time hockey player." I told her sternly. She knew my rules. She huffed and crossed her arms, trying to act mad. I shrugged my shoulders and turned my attention back to the game.
   She was silent for a few minutes, as if she was thinking hard. Alas, she spoke up. "If he comes to get his sweater, can you at least put in a good word for me?" She asked me, pouting out her bottom luck.
"Maisie, please, tell me. How would I put in a good word if none of them know who you are?" I questioned her, pointing out the hole in her plan.
   She stared at me with a deadpan expression before giving me an answer. "Write down my number and tell him to give it to Nikita." She came up with a solution. "Clarify Nikita Zaitsev, not Nikita Soshnikov. Though honestly, I don't really care." I nodded my head, as if I was actually going to see him again.
   Once the game ended, she suggested we go out for a drink. Toronto ended up winning, so I figured I might as well have a good ending to my night as well. She went to her room to change into her new dress, and I, to mine. I slipped into my skin tight, dark purple dress and tidied up my hair. I redid my eyeshadow from earlier and reapplied my lipstick.
   I left my bedroom to see Maisie was still in her room. I sighed and went to get a quick snack before going out. Once I heard her bedroom door slam shut, I scurried to the entrance to find a pair of heels. Searching through our mess of shoes, I finally landed my eyes on a pair of deep purple platform heels to match my dress. I smiled as I slipped them on before looking up at Maisie. She stood before me in her looser fit, gold dress. It sparkled wherever the light hit it and had a deep cut. I complimented her as she pulled out a pair of gold stilettos. Her short stature made her very capable of wearing tall heels, whereas I preferred mine to be a bit shorter.
"Ready to go?" I smiled at her. She nodded her head and we were on our way, slamming the door behind us. 
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