“No,” I shake my head.
“Dallas Dawes stated after the last game that he missed his Cinderella, and he needs her in the stands to help him play better. That’s why this place is packed with single and eager females to cheer him on.”
I freeze in place as soon as Dallas Dawes’ name leaves her lips.
Wait.
What?
He’s missing his Cinderella?
He’s missing me?
After Halloween, I’ve been drowning in work. Some of it is self-inflicted because I’ve missed Dallas more than I’d like to admit. So, I’ve been keeping myself extra busy, especially in my textbooks. I also no longer have my phone to keep me distracted either.
Anytime the hockey players have had practice or games the past couple of weeks, I’ve always volunteered in the back kitchen or cleaning, where I’m visible at the snack bar as little as possible.
Not that I think he’d recognize me anyway, but because I can’t look at him without feeling depressed and a little bit cowardly. I should probably just tell him it’s me and get the rejection over with, but for some reason, I just want to be Dallas’ girl a little longer.
I didn’t realize his game was suffering because of that.
That’s the last thing I want.
I glance around the arena and zone in on the fans.
Huh.
The stands are packed with beautiful girls, most wearing homemade versions of Dallas’ jersey or other Harbor Seals gear. My stomach churns thinking that someone else will be Dallas’ person other than me, but that’s my destiny if I don’t speak up.
“Is he playing better?” Faye asks Cami, but I think the question is solely for my benefit.
I admitted to Faye, after I spent a little too much time with cleaning chemicals, that Dallas was my prince charming.
“Nah.” Cami shakes her head. “His Cinderella must not be here,” she adds, clueless that she’s talking about me.
I’m obviously here tonight, but I haven’t been able to watch him play since he revealed his identity.
“They need to bench Dallas,” a fan grumbles as he passes by.
“Ouch,” I mumble under my breath. I feel for him right now, but there’s nothing I can do, even if I watch the game instead of work.
Faye is staring at me intently.
“What?” I ask, lifting my hand in the air. Her eyebrows raise.
“What?” Cami asks as she bounces her eyes between us.
“Are you going to do something about this?”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I admit as Faye continues to stare at me.
“Anyone planning to clue me in?” Cami asks with her hands braced on her hips.
I let out a sigh. I know Faye won’t say anything if I don’t, but it feels weird leaving her out.
“I may be Cinderella,” I say as Cami gasps on cue.
“What?!” she exclaims.
