The Hockey Girl

Chapter 7

Hilary focused her attentions on me as soon as Vasic closed the door behind him. “Okay you, up you get.”

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I stared at the mirrors reflection of myself. The mirror was mounted on one of the walls in my bedroom and I could see Hilary smiling behind me without having to turn to face her.

“What do you think?” She asked.

I nodded, “I like it.” Hilary’s grin broadened at my approval.

She’d chosen a black blouse with a crochet lace yoke around the neckline – one of my favourites. To go with the shirt, a pair of bow pocket dark washed jeans had been forced upon me.

Hilary had told me that I was allowed to wear my regular necklace as it wouldn’t be seen through the shirt. It had been given to me by my parents on my sixteenth birthday; a thin golden chain with a small, golden hockey stick as the charm. I loved the necklace and rarely, if ever, took it off.

“Now… shoes…” Hil’s voice was lost as she rifled through the few shoes that littered the floor of my closet.

“You have so many clothes and so few shoes. I shall have to remedy that situation soon.” Hil announced in her authoritative tone. 

I laughed at Hil; I’d never really been too into shoes.

Hilary pulled out the pair of deco black flats that she’d given me last Christmas and threw them at me – at the same time. I caught both easily enough and shot her a mock-glare as I placed my feet into the shoes.

She laughed, “Nice catch Hockey Girl.”

I smirked at her, Hilary frequented the term ‘Hockey Girl’ when referring to me. She loved the sport herself because of Kaleb’s role and my own but, she much preferred dancing to hockey in matters of self-participation.

“Thanks.”

“Okay, now for your hair…”

Hilary dragged me into the bathroom that leads off from my bedroom. She sat me down on a vanity stool and ten minutes and a few cusses later, she was looking at me with a satisfied smile. She’d simply brushed my hair out and fiddled around with it slightly. With a little bit of an argument on my side – she’d convinced me to wear mascara. I’d conceded when she wouldn’t stop repeatedly ‘pleasing’ me.

“Good to go.”

I smiled at my friend before looking toward the clock on the bathroom bench. I had a good forty-five minutes before 5:30 arrived. I couldn’t decide whether that was good or bad.

“Let’s go show Vasic.” It wasn’t a suggestion, more a demand and I laughed before saluting ‘Sergeant Clothing’.

Hilary lead me into the kitchen in search of Vasic, turning to me when she couldn’t see him, she asked, “Where would that best friend of yours be?”

“Vasic!” I shouted. It was the common form of finding a team member in my house – shout as loudly as you could.

When there was no reply, I turned to Hilary, “Xbox.”

She smirked and told me to wait in the kitchen as she went to drag a large male from his video game.

Left unattended… I raided the pantry, of course.

Hilary and Vas walked into the kitchen to find me with a spoon full of Nutella halfway to my mouth. I grinned at them, shrugged and ate the delicious chocolaty-treat from the spoon.

Vasic laughed, “That’s my girl. Pass the spoon.”

I grinned at my friend once I’d swallowed the Nutella and passed the spoon over to him.