"I don't get it Jess," Audrey, Jess's roommate said, "You go to Juilliard! How come you support Dartmouth?"
Jess rolled her eyes. "I've told you this a million times. I know someone from Dartmouth. I don't get why this is such a big deal!"
"Jess. You are wearing a Dartmouth sweatshirt. On gameday! And it is a big deal! Juilliard is only playing against Dartmouth by chance! The students need to show support for our team so we won't get crushed!"
"I don't think it works like that Audrey."
"As if you would know, Ms. I-support-the-opposing-team! You hardly ever go to ice hockey games anyways! And don't give me that look Jess, I know you've told me a million how you basically grew up with amazing ice hockey players all around you, and that you've known how to skate since you could walk, and all that, but it sure doesn't seem like that! I have never seen you go to any Juilliard games! For someone who claims that they know and love ice hockey, it sure seems like you hate the sport.
"I don't hate ice hockey!"
"Are you sure about that? Because it doesn't look like that to me. In fact, the fact that you claim to know so many wonderful hockey players, now seems about as likely as you knowing the name of Dartmouth's star player!"
"I do know his name, though. His name is Darcy Hawthorne."
"Fine, then it seems about as likely as you dating Darcy Hawthorne!"
Jess laughed. "Well, we all know how likely that is! Anyways, I have a date tonight, so I'm afraid that I'll have to stop arguing with you for know, and go get ready." with that said, Jess walked to her bedroom, and closed the door.
Almost as soon as Jess had closed her bedroom door, their doorbell rang.
"That must be Jess's date. I swear, if he too shows up in a Dartmouth sweatshirt, I'll just scream." Audrey muttered, to herself, as she walked over to the door and opened it.
"Hi, I'm Audrey," she said, as she looked over the person standing in the doorway. He was handsome. And tall. Definitely more than six feet tall. He had curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. He was wearing dark jeans, and a light blue buttoned-down shirt. He also held flowers in one hand. And he was-Audrey's eyes opened wide when she realized who it was.
"You're Darcy Hawthorne! Oh my god, you're Darcy Hawthorne! I'm such a big fan of yours! You are such a great player! If only you had gone to Juilliard instead! That would have been perfect!"
"Thanks, I think," he said looking around the dorm as if searching for something, "Is Jess here?"
"Yeah, but she's busy getting ready for her da-"
"Actually, I'm ready," Jess, said, interrupting Audrey. She walked up to Darcy Hawthorne, and kissed him on the cheek.
Audrey's jaw dropped. What was Jess thinking? Her jaw dropped when she saw Darcy, give Jess the flowers. "What the heck is going on?"She finally managed to stutter out.
Jess grinned. "Oh, yeah, did I mention that I'm dating Darcy Hawthorne?" she said, and then the couple walked out the door, hand in hand, leaving a very shocked Audrey behind.
Wow, she thought, as they left. Her friend would never stop amazing her.
