Casey calls her mom. They cry together over how much they missed each other, and Casey explains her job situation and the concern she has for her mom and George about money. Her mom is furious at Dennis and reassures Casey that they'll figure everything out. Casey is relieved.

After talking to her mom, Casey starts working at her job less. Leah notices the change and is grateful to see her friend less stressed and more energized than she had been the past month. Everything starts to look up until the day of the hockey game.

"Are you sure this looks okay?" Casey stresses, picking imaginary lint off of her black leggings and making sure her two long pigtails are even.

"You look fine, Casey! I promise. I even bought you something to pull your whole outfit together!" Leah exclaims.

"What's wrong with my outfit as it is now?" Casey frowns, taking in her reflection. A loose, long-sleeved gold shirt hangs off of her tiny frame and is covered with an equally baggy red sweater. "I'm sporting school colors!"

Leah laughs, "there's nothing wrong with what you're wearing, I just thought we could…enhance it a bit."

Casey squints suspiciously at her red-headed friend, "ok, I'll bite, what is it?"

Leah smiles triumphantly and whips a Gaels jersey out of her bag, tossing it at Casey. "I got it last week, it was actually the last one left in your size."

"Leah, those are expensive," Casey chides, "why did you get it?"

"It was buy one, get one 50% off, I couldn't resist really." Leah grins as she pulls a matching jersey out of her bag. "I will admit though, yours is a bit more…customized than mine."

Casey's face drains of color as she whips the jersey around, 'VENTURI' proudly spelled out along the back. "God damn it Leah, we agreed you wouldn't bring him up."

"No," Leah states, standing up to poke Casey in the chest, "I agreed not to talk about him, I said nothing about buying you a jersey with his name on it."

Casey drops the offending object to the floor and crosses her arms, "I'm not wearing it."

"Oh yes you are," Leah states as a fact, shoving the jersey back into Casey's arms. "Look, he's the only one you know on the team and, as much as you deny it, you miss him. I personally think he stepped out of line and you blew it out of proportion. You don't have to talk to him but at least wear the damn jersey."

Casey continues to stare at Leah defiantly until Leah starts to pout. "Fine!" Casey says, "I'll wear it, but you owe me."

Leah claps her hands in childlike glee and Casey rolls her eyes, unable to stop the smile from creeping onto her face. Leah's joy is contagious.

"Hurry up and put it on girl! We haven't got all day and we still need to do our makeup!"

Casey opens her mouth to protest the fact that she doesn't need to wear makeup, but one look at Leah's face makes her close her mouth. Casey takes off her sweater and folds it neatly on her bed, an action that makes Leah roll her eyes, and then takes off her shirt. Leah gasps quietly at her friend's condition. Leah knows that Casey hasn't been taking care of herself and has been frequently forgetting to eat but looking at Casey standing only in leggings and a bra makes the reality of Casey's situation much clearer. Casey is practically skin and bones, bruises lining the bones of her hips from the unnatural way they jut out of her body. Noticing the looks she is getting from Leah, Casey quickly puts on a tank top and throws the jersey over her small frame.

"I'm fine, Leah," Casey says firmly, "let's do our makeup."

Knowing it would be futile to talk about it now, Leah pulls out some gold and red face paint along with other various items and smirks at Casey. "We're gonna look like the hockey team's hottest groupies." Casey laughs loudly and complies as Leah begins to put foundation on her face.

Thirty minutes later the girls are ready to go and Casey nervously paces the hall outside of her dorm room. "Did you call the Uber yet?" she asks, "I want to make sure we make it on time."

"Casey, the game doesn't start for an hour and a half, we're fine! Besides, we don't need an Uber. I met this guy, Mark," Leah wiggles her eyebrows, "who is super hot and just so happens to be on the hockey team. He's going to be picking us up in like ten minutes. We'll be super early but hey, it beats paying for a ride there."

Casey groans but decides to sit down and wait. "I hope he's on time."

Leah laughs at her friend, "Casey, he's on the hockey team, I don't think he'll be late."

"That never stopped Derek before," Casey grumbles before turning bright red at the fact that she willingly brought her step-brother up. Luckily, she's saved from any smart-ass comments from her friend as Leah's phone starts ringing.

"Hey handsome," Leah gushes. "Oh, you're here? Great! We'll be right out!" Leah hangs up the phone and turns towards Casey, beaming. "See, he's early. You'll like him for sure, come on!" Leah grabs Casey's hand and tugs her out of the door and into the brisk fall air. A car flashes its lights at them, and Leah runs over to open the door, beckoning Casey to follow. After Casey scoots over a gym bag and climbs into the backseat, the driver turns towards her and sticks out his hand. "Hi Casey, I'm Mark. I've heard great things about you from Leah here." Casey shakes his hand and takes in Mark's appearance. He has dark brown hair and blue eyes, an athletic build, and manners, apparently. Casey gives a small nod of approval to Leah after Mark turns around and Leah grins widely, happy that Casey has given her blessing.

A short ten-minute ride and some small talk later, they arrive at the rink. Leah hangs out with Mark outside of the locker room and Casey heads down to the concession stand to grab some snacks before the place gets too crowded. As she is paying for her food, her ears perk up at the sound of Derek's name being mentioned. She slips quietly behind them and walks back with them towards the rink.

"That new kid is pretty good," Hockey Guy One says, "but I don't know if he'll be able to even skate tonight."

Hockey Guy Two snorts, "probably not, he's been keeled over that toilet for about an hour now."

Casey frowns and walks past them, "accidentally" shoulder checking Hockey Guy Two and not feeling guilty about it in the slightest. She fumes as she marches up the steps towards where Leah is sitting and slams the snacks down into Leah's lap. "Hey! What did those snacks do to you?" Leah exclaims, eyes widening at the murder currently written on Casey's face.

"Nothing!" Casey snaps, "I'll be right back."

Leah watches as Casey's retreating form stomps back down the stairs and shrugs, "I'll never fully understand that girl."

Casey makes her way down to the locker rooms and pulls the first guy in a hockey jersey she can find to the side by his arm. "Hey! What are you doing?" The guy snaps at Casey, "I'm not signing any autographs.

Casey snorts, "I don't want your autograph –" She squints at his uniform, "- Davis. What I want is you to give this to Venturi." Casey shoves a stick of mint gum and a bottle of water into Davis's hands and glares, "I need you to relay a message for me, ok?" Davis nods, surprised such a small girl can be so scary. "I need you to tell Derek, in these exact words, to pull his head out of his ass and get on the ice."

Davis chuckles at this, "and who do I say sent this message?" he asks.

Casey starts to walk away before answering, "just tell him what I said."