My spine stiffened.
I had that sudden rush of guilt.
Hey, Alonso, I was just tongue fucking your daughter in the hallway!
“Great game tonight,” Alonso said, clapping his hands. “Coach is giving me the honors of talking for a minute. Then you can finish up. We’re going to have a photoshoot tomorrow. We had some really amazing shirts and jerseys made to support Carrie.”
Alonso turned and began to clap at Coach.
Coach hated attention on himself.
He gave a nod.
We all began clapping, following the lead of Alonso.
Then Coach waved his arms. “That’s enough of that.”
“Never enough, Mike,” Alonso said, using Coach’s actual name. He grabbed Coach’s left shoulder. “You have the support of the entire organization with this. This is what Carrie wanted to do, right? Bring awareness and support. That’s what we’re going to do with this photoshoot and these shirts and jerseys.”
“All proceeds will go to a charity of Carrie’s choice,” Coach said. “We are a very lucky family to be able to face this head on. But for a lot of people, there are some serious financial issues when it comes to illnesses. Carrie wants to do something about that.”
“I’ll buy two hundred jerseys,” Lay said.
“Thanks, Lay,” Coach said.
“Don’t sell the jerseys to him,” Reid said. “He’ll just use them as giveaways for sex.”
That made Alonso laugh.
Coach just shook his head.
“Oh, one more thing,” Alonso called out. “My daughter will be handling the photoshoot. I expect everyone to be on their best behavior. Don’t make me have to break a hockey stick over your head.”
Alonso pointed right at Lay.
Lay showed his hands.
I slowly stepped back, out of sight and sat down.
Alonso didn’t exactly scare me.
But the idea of falling in love with his daughter did.
The shirtsand jerseys were very nice looking.
They were an off-white color with our team name on it and it included Carrie’s name.
This was all about her. And for her.
Under direct orders from Madison, we were going to take a casual picture of us dressed down, wearing the t-shirts.
Then we were going to get changed into our hockey gear and wear the jerseys.
As I walked out of the locker room, I saw Madison down at the end of the tunnel, taking pictures of everyone as they stepped onto the ice.
I kept my composure and paused when it was my turn.
Madison glanced up from the camera and smirked at me.