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stuff. You really don’t have to
come if you don’t want to.” Johnny rolled his eyes.
    “I’ve never been to a country club before; it could be
a lot more fun than you think. Don’t worry about it, Becky. It’ll be fine.” He
stood and reminded me about the desserts, and I felt relieved in spite of the
fact that there was no way I could get out of the weekend visit home anymore.
He pulled me close while we were both walking back towards the serving area and
wrapped his arms around me, leaning in to kiss me in front of everyone.
    I was absolutely thrilled at the fact that I would get
to introduce Johnny to my parents, that everyone in the
dining hall knew that Johnny and I were together—really together. While
we were grabbing little bits and samples of the different desserts, Johnny
asked me if I was going to the game that night and my bubble of relief popped.
    “Oh—yeah, of course I am. Can’t wait!” I hadn’t even
known there was a game going on.
    “I’ll make sure you’ve got tickets waiting for you at
the box office. Can’t have you up in the stands where I can’t even see you!”
Johnny tousled my hair again as we made our way back to the table, and I
thought wryly to myself that I would definitely need to become a much better
hockey fan if I really expected the relationship to last.

 
    Chapter
Eight
    Georgia and I once more got to the hockey stadium and
went straight to the box office for our tickets. “At least if I have to become
a hockey fan for the sake of my relationship, I don’t have to worry about being
interested in something I can barely see,” I joked.
    “We’ll get you up to speed, don’t worry,” Georgia
said. “I’m sure we can find everything we need to find online, and in no time
at all you’ll be telling me all about Johnny’s stats and how he’s improving or
who the other team is and why I should care.” We both laughed as we took our
seats, starting to react to the atmosphere of excitement all around us. Georgia
grabbed us some snacks from the concession stand and we settled in to watch the
game.
    Once more I had next to no idea whatsoever about what
was going on in front of me. I could spot Johnny, and as the two teams took the
ice, warming up and getting into the groove of the game, I felt a tingle of
excitement. That was the man I loved. I cheered for him and he looked around,
spotting me from the center of the ice, grinning as he looked up at me through
his visor.
    Even though I didn’t know what was going on in front
of me, I could tell that the game was tougher than the first one I had watched.
Johnny was still playing well, but every time he looked up to catch sight of me
he got distracted. Georgia laughed and told me that if our school lost its edge
in the coming weeks, it would be all my fault; Johnny was the star player, and he
was clearly the highest-scoring member of the team.
    We got into it, cheering when everyone else around us
cheered, and Georgia decided that we both needed to know exactly what was going
on—me in particular. She had her phone out and as the announcer made comments,
she looked up every term we heard, reading out the definitions to me as quietly
as she could so that no one else in the stand would know that we were clueless,
giggling at some of the sillier terms and what they meant. I finally got to
know what Johnny’s position—Left Wing—really entailed, and what the other
positions on the ice were, and stored the facts away as best as I could to be
able to make some kind of conversation with Johnny when we were together.
    We barely had the convenience of reading the
information off of Georgia’s phone—the game was exciting, especially since
Johnny was so distracted by my presence. I felt a little guilty, but I couldn’t
help but feel my heart leaping every time that he glanced up to give me a
little grin.
    It was obvious to me as we watched the game that all
the girls in the crowd on our team’s side of the stadium were