I had to leave the shop. Well, Megan told me to leave the shop. I think I was so upset, I had been making the customers uncomfortable. She told me to go get some coffee and come back in an hour.
I guess since she had been through this before, she knew what she was talkign about because she was right. After getting coffee and just cooling down from the whole scene before I felt a ton better.
I drove through the town, taking my time to observe my surroundings. I found myself at the old pitching field. I stared out at the warn grass and smiled at all the memories I had experienced here.
You never prepared me for this kind of hurt, dad.... What do I do now?
Sighing up at the skies I pulled my car into reverse and drove down to the shop. Pulled around back, to the employee parking and re-tied my body suit sleeves as I approached the front.
“Feel, better?” Megan asked me as a leaned against the car she was playing around with.
“Oh, yah... I also went down to the field for a bit, I think everything is going to be okay” Megan wiped her hands off and smiled.
“that’s good to hear”
We were interrupted by the obnoxious sound of Britney Spear’s ‘if you seek amy’ blaring from two, barbie pink convertibles pulling up. Sofia and Farrah rose from the seats, pulling off their Prada sunglasses.
“Harley!” they screeched as they entered the garage and nearly spat at the sight of me and Megan wearing such ‘dirty’ clothes.
“Yes...” I asked sighing.
“Were going to need you to finish our solar system models for science tonight...their due, and you wouldn’t want us to get a bad grade...” they commanded. Megan went into her ‘I will tackle you senseless’ stance and I put an arm on hers.
“That’s fine, I’ll be home at five” I said forcing a smile.
They nodded about to leave but were stopped at the sight of a delivery man.
“I have a delivery for a ‘Harley Scott’...” I smiled at the man and he walked them over. He left quickly. I looked down at the beautiful bouquet of white lilies. My favorite flowers.
I reached for the note attached but as I went to flip it open, it was snatched from my hand. Farrah smile wickedly and cleared her throat to begin.
“Please let me explain, It’s not funny, but it needs to be explained. Dinner?” she said in a mimicking romantic voice. They laughed and then Farrah continued.
“He even left his number... From Sid” Harley heart was crushed when she heard they were from Sid... Maybe they weren’t his, I probably jumped to the conclusion... It’s that stupid guard I always have up....damn.
“See the thing is Harley...” Sofia started as Farrah grabbed the vase from me.
“Sid gets to choose between us... Not some slave girl, who couldn’t look pretty even if they tried.” they both erupted in laughed and flung the note to the floor as they waked away with the flowers.
A single tear fell from Harley’s eye. They were right, she wasn’t meant to be with someone like Sidney. She didn’t fit the mold.
“Don’t listen to them for a second Harley, your worth it.” Megan said pickign up the note and placing it in my hand.
I looked up at her and she had that little glint in her eye. “What?” I asked annoyed at her attitude towards this.
“Nothing, just that, I heard Marc-Andre Fleury, the pens goalie is engaged and getting married soon. The plan is for me to convince Jordan to bring me as his date to the wedding, then we’ll find you a new man....sound good!” she enthused pulling down the top of a car.
“Whatever.” I mumbled going to the back of the shop to change so I could get home and start to work on the girl’s science project.
I waved to Megan as I left and zoomed home. I walked up to the attic and got started on the solar system.
After about an hour of putting together this stupid little solar system I had done so much thinking about the whole Sidney thing that I decided I should at least call.
I pulled the note from the flowers from my pocket and picked up my phone to call him. I punched in the digits and let the phone ring. On the second ring he picked up.
“Hello?” he asked. His voice was beautiful.
“Hi, this is Harley...”
“Oh! H-hey..” he said clearing his throat.
“What’s up?” I took a deep breath and continued knowing I could break down at any moment.
“It was so nice of you to send me flowers.”
“It was no problem, I hope you liked them” he said his voice filled with excitement.
“lilies are my favorite..” I said getting distracted by his voice again.
Fuck, stay on topic Harley.
“that---” he began, btu I cut him off.
“Sidney, listen. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and everything. Btu I would like you to stop trying to contact me. I’m not the type of girl you should be with.”
“But that’s----”
“No!” I said firmly
“I’m not that girl Sid. Have a great life, you’re going to make a girl very happy one day. Bye” I heard him say something vaguely as I hung up and dropped into my bed. I pulled out my picture frame of em and my dad from under the bed and hugged it to my chest, as I let tears fall freely down my face.
‘Now what dad?... Now what?’
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Chapter 16: Son of a...
My leg bounced nervously, sitting in the passenger seat of Marc's Range Rover as we pulled up to Fiona Motors.
"Excited much, Sid?" Marc chuckled as he glanced at my leg.
"Well, yah... I get to see my car..." I grinned over at him.
"And?" Vero asked from the back seat, leaning over the seat at me.
"And, Harley's here." My grin grew as he stopped a little ways up the driveway. "See ya later guys. Wish me luck."
"Good luck, Sid." Vero smiled as I jumped out of the SUV.
"Congrats, V." I laughed as I headed towards the shop.
"Oh! Mr. Crosby!" A voice called back to me. "Mr. Crosby!!" I turned to find an overly plastic woman trying to run towards me in four-inch heels. "Mr. Crosby," She huffed stopping right in front of me. "I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Fiona Scott." She tried to smile at me as she extended her hand in a week attempt to shake mine. Ugh. I hated week hand shakes.
"Mrs. Scott. It's a pleasure meeting you." I smiled genuinely.
"Yes." She looked behind me as I heard a high pitched squealing sound. "Oh Mr. Crosby, please let me introduce my beautiful daughters Farrah and Sofia." I turned to find two girls about seventeen giggling hysterically at me.
"Nice to meet you, ladies." I nodded at them. "Please, call me Sidney."
"Of course, Sidney." They giggled.
"Excuse me, ladies." I nodded. "I need to get my baby back." I threw them my million watt smile as I continued towards the shop. My smile dropped as Harley dashed out of the shop.
"Uhh... Bad timing?" I looked over at Megan confused.
"She'll be back soon." She half snapped at me. Wow... What crawled up her ass? My smile returned as I saw Harley came back into the room.
"Hi Sidney..." She cooly spat at me. My smile dropped. Did I have some strange communicable disease that I didn't know about? She handed me my keys and I sighed gently. Maybe I'd have to be the one to break the ice.
"It's all there," I grinned as she stared at the cheque I had just handed to her. Her eyes rose to mine in an icy glare. What did I do? How did I mess this up in less then 24 hours???
"Drive safe," she spat at me before turning on her heels and almost running back to the safety of the office. I turned to look at Megan, lost and confused. She wasn't looking to happy either. WHAT THE HELL??? Fine, I knew when I wasn't wanted. I pulled the car door open, and that's when I saw it. Hot pink... Lacy...
shit.
I looked up sheepishly to Megan, I'm sure she thought I was responsible for this. But I wasn't. Damnit! I needed to figure this out and then come back and explain. I slid into my car and sped off, trying to figure out this mystery.
Only two people could be responsible for this. The only two people other than me who drove my car. Lauren, and if it was her, I was going to kill that little punk she was seeing. More likely, Jordan.
"Oh, Sid my car's in the shop. Just one night."
I was going to kill him! He used my baby like a bed! And left being those???
Seething I drove straight to his place. I pounded on the door until he finally answered.
"You fucking ass!" I seethed as he opened the door. "Because of you I just lost the best chance I had with Harley!"
"Woah, killer." He joked as I pushed my way past him into the house, the underware trapped in my clenched fist. "What are you talking about Sid?" I threw them at him and he grinned as he slowly picked them up. "Ahh... Layla." He grinned, obviously letting his mind wonder.
"Jordan," I pulled his attention back to me. "Don't ever ask to use the car again, ok? I told you not to have sex in my back seat!"
"I didn't..." His grin grew. Oh god... I didn't want to know.
"Well, I have to see if I can fix what you just broke." I sighed and headed back out of his door. Now what?
Flowers! Women love flowers.
I drove to the nearest flower shop and purchased the biggest bouquet of the prettiest flowers I could find. Not roses, I thought roses would be too much. Next batch, if these didn't work. I took the tiny card and wrote a quick note.
Please let me explain. It's not funny, but it needs to be explained.
Dinner?
821-445-2971
There that should do it. She'll know who they're from, right? I sighed as I added a quick -Sid at the bottom of the note and slid it into the tiny envelope. The girl behind the counter grinned at me as I paid for the bouquet and gave her the address to deliver it.
"Fight with your girlfriend?" She giggled as I pulled my hat lower.
"Something like that..." I sighed, leaving the store. All I wanted to do now was go home and crawl into bed. Maybe disappear.
This better work.
"Excited much, Sid?" Marc chuckled as he glanced at my leg.
"Well, yah... I get to see my car..." I grinned over at him.
"And?" Vero asked from the back seat, leaning over the seat at me.
"And, Harley's here." My grin grew as he stopped a little ways up the driveway. "See ya later guys. Wish me luck."
"Good luck, Sid." Vero smiled as I jumped out of the SUV.
"Congrats, V." I laughed as I headed towards the shop.
"Oh! Mr. Crosby!" A voice called back to me. "Mr. Crosby!!" I turned to find an overly plastic woman trying to run towards me in four-inch heels. "Mr. Crosby," She huffed stopping right in front of me. "I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Fiona Scott." She tried to smile at me as she extended her hand in a week attempt to shake mine. Ugh. I hated week hand shakes.
"Mrs. Scott. It's a pleasure meeting you." I smiled genuinely.
"Yes." She looked behind me as I heard a high pitched squealing sound. "Oh Mr. Crosby, please let me introduce my beautiful daughters Farrah and Sofia." I turned to find two girls about seventeen giggling hysterically at me.
"Nice to meet you, ladies." I nodded at them. "Please, call me Sidney."
"Of course, Sidney." They giggled.
"Excuse me, ladies." I nodded. "I need to get my baby back." I threw them my million watt smile as I continued towards the shop. My smile dropped as Harley dashed out of the shop.
"Uhh... Bad timing?" I looked over at Megan confused.
"She'll be back soon." She half snapped at me. Wow... What crawled up her ass? My smile returned as I saw Harley came back into the room.
"Hi Sidney..." She cooly spat at me. My smile dropped. Did I have some strange communicable disease that I didn't know about? She handed me my keys and I sighed gently. Maybe I'd have to be the one to break the ice.
"It's all there," I grinned as she stared at the cheque I had just handed to her. Her eyes rose to mine in an icy glare. What did I do? How did I mess this up in less then 24 hours???
"Drive safe," she spat at me before turning on her heels and almost running back to the safety of the office. I turned to look at Megan, lost and confused. She wasn't looking to happy either. WHAT THE HELL??? Fine, I knew when I wasn't wanted. I pulled the car door open, and that's when I saw it. Hot pink... Lacy...
shit.
I looked up sheepishly to Megan, I'm sure she thought I was responsible for this. But I wasn't. Damnit! I needed to figure this out and then come back and explain. I slid into my car and sped off, trying to figure out this mystery.
Only two people could be responsible for this. The only two people other than me who drove my car. Lauren, and if it was her, I was going to kill that little punk she was seeing. More likely, Jordan.
"Oh, Sid my car's in the shop. Just one night."
I was going to kill him! He used my baby like a bed! And left being those???
Seething I drove straight to his place. I pounded on the door until he finally answered.
"You fucking ass!" I seethed as he opened the door. "Because of you I just lost the best chance I had with Harley!"
"Woah, killer." He joked as I pushed my way past him into the house, the underware trapped in my clenched fist. "What are you talking about Sid?" I threw them at him and he grinned as he slowly picked them up. "Ahh... Layla." He grinned, obviously letting his mind wonder.
"Jordan," I pulled his attention back to me. "Don't ever ask to use the car again, ok? I told you not to have sex in my back seat!"
"I didn't..." His grin grew. Oh god... I didn't want to know.
"Well, I have to see if I can fix what you just broke." I sighed and headed back out of his door. Now what?
Flowers! Women love flowers.
I drove to the nearest flower shop and purchased the biggest bouquet of the prettiest flowers I could find. Not roses, I thought roses would be too much. Next batch, if these didn't work. I took the tiny card and wrote a quick note.
Please let me explain. It's not funny, but it needs to be explained.
Dinner?
821-445-2971
There that should do it. She'll know who they're from, right? I sighed as I added a quick -Sid at the bottom of the note and slid it into the tiny envelope. The girl behind the counter grinned at me as I paid for the bouquet and gave her the address to deliver it.
"Fight with your girlfriend?" She giggled as I pulled my hat lower.
"Something like that..." I sighed, leaving the store. All I wanted to do now was go home and crawl into bed. Maybe disappear.
This better work.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Chapter 15: The Morning After
I awoke from a glorious sleep and found a small brunette girl curled round me. Please, please be Megan. She shifted and look over at me.Definitely not Megan.
''Hey,'' I began, knowing I wanted her out of my house as soon a possible.
''Hi, last night was fun, huh?'' She started talking rapidly. Ohh shit, whats her name? I could vaguely remember last night. The event with Taylor and Megan was crystal clear, the image of Megan leaving with that guy was even more stamped into my brain but after that - nothing. Ohh well, it's not the first time.
''Mhmm, yeah. He listen I have practice in like a half hour so could you like, ehh get going?'' I tried to make it sound as nice as possible but I honestly didn't care what it sounded like. So maybe I didn't have practice either but one little white lie couldn't hurt.
''Sure, I was just glad for one night,'' She smiled and gathered up her stuff. Shaking her ass as she walked through my bedroom door. What a little whore.
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''Hey. . . .Megan,'' Ohh, she actually picked up. Shit, Shit, Shit! I really want to hang up right now. Come on Jordy, pull yourself together, man.
''Ohh, hey Jordan what's up?'' She replied.
''Nothing, you?'' Okay, so now you sound retarded because you spoke so slowly.
''Umm, just hoping in the shower.'' Water. Naked. Megan. Too good to be true.
''Ohh cool well, I guess I'll talk to you later then-''
''Wait! You don't happen to know any of numbers for the Blackhawks... do you?'' Stay calm Jordy.
''Why?'' Cool, Calm and Very Smooth.
''Well see..'' She started off. ''The guy I brought back to my place last night, it's Kris Versteeg and, he's out cold so ... I need someone to come get him,'' Ohh my God.
''Wear him out last night?'' I could feel my anger boiling over and I just spat my words out at her. I was jealous beyond belief.
''Whats your problem? I didn't do anything wrong Jordan!'' Now it was her turn to get mad.''And for your information, no! I didn't sleep with him last night; not that it would be any of your business if I did!'' Jumping to conclusions again Jordy. Tut, tut.
''Oh. Well. I-.Shit, I'll be right there.'' I knew exactly who to call. Duncan Keith. Him and Versteeg's little bromance always amused me. I'm cracking up just thinking about some of the shit they get up too.
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I had Duncan follow me as I drove straight over to the only house I knew Megan stayed at. I had dropped her off here sometime after a game or whatever. I saw her coming a mile off. Her black hair shimmering in the sun. She wasn't wearing very much either. Just how I liked her.
''Thanks alot for doing this. . . '' She started off saying as she walked towards us.
''No problem, this is Duncan Keith, by the way.'' I saw her glance at Duncan standing beside me. ''They have this bromance thing going on. . . don't ask,'' She began to laugh, I started to smile, I liked the way she smiled when she laughed.
Keith managed to grab Versteeg and haul him out into the back of an SUV he had loaned. I thank him and sayed I would repay him with a beer sometime. Duncan was a nice guy, a bit of a light weight but a nice guy all the same. I sat down on the couch and watched Megan clean up after Kris.
''So you didn't. . .'' How was I going to ask this?
''What?''
''I didn't actually. . what?'' She repeated again.
''Sleep with him.'' I eventually manage to get the words to pass my lips. It felt... well . . strange.
She sat down next to me. My temperature immediately rose. ''Yeah well, I'm just full of surprises like that.'' I laughed and place my arm strategically on the couch. We just sat, relaxed but my brain couldn't focus. All I could think about was what could be under those clothes. I had to find out.
''Megan. . '' I said as softly as possible. She turned around and I placed my lips on hers. I could feel the heat between both our bodies, we had chemistry. She grab my hair. In one foul swoop I pulled her on top of me. God, this was great. I wanted to feel more, the kiss intesified, getting deeper.
''Shit!'' She screamed. Not again. I internally groaned.
''What?'' I couldn't help but let my frustration out.
''Monday, it's Monday! I'm supposed to be at work. . .dammit!'' She started undressing and putting on her work clothes. I couldn't tear my eyes away. Damn, she was sexy in her mechanic outfit. ''Sorry, Jordan...'' She looked at me and I'm pretty sure I saw what looked like lust in her eyes. ''God, I'm so sorry.'' She left the house running by the pool, I followed knowing I had to say something to get her to come see me. ''Call me later?'' She said hurriedly.
''Wanna hang out Tuesday?'' I swear it was the first thing that came to mind. She nodded and I felt a smile spread across my face.
Hmm, I wonder if Crosby's found my little present yet?
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Chapter 14: Bromance Booty Call
“My little sister; the puck bunny, who knew?” I let out a groan at the sound of Corey’s voice as I rolled over, almost falling off the couch.
“What the…” I trailed off, sitting up and glancing around my surroundings. Realizing that I was sleeping in my ‘club clothing’, stretched out on my own couch; I allowed my mind to wander over last night. The first thing that came back to my mind was Jordan, and how great he looked; the second thing was Taylor, and how awful that situation had been.
I dropped my head into my hands and groaned again. Corey laughed, assuming I was suffering from a hang-over; as opposed to a broken-heart.
Woah, wait… broken-heart? I snapped my head back up, trying to shake the thought. That’s a bit dramatic… let’s say, hurt pride…
He had definitely hurt my pride, that wasn’t even a question. It’s not like I didn’t think Jordan Staal was out having sex with a new woman every night; it was meeting Taylor and having my expectations totally changed that hurt.
I had always been selfish enough to believe that I was different; that all the other girls Jordan pursued were blond, tan, bimbos that were interchangeable - then I met Taylor. What could I say, really? She was nice, funny; definitely not a faceless bimbo. Somehow that made it worse; I was nothing special, not to him anyway.
It didn’t matter now anyway, I had left him at the bar and would probably never hear from him again…
Why did Corey just call me a puck bunny then…?
“I never slept with Jordan…” I started looking up at him, how does he know about Jordan Staal?
“Umm, Jordan? Jordan who?” Corey cocked his head to the side and watched me, thoroughly perplexed.
“You just called me a puck bunny… aren’t you talking about Jordan Staal?”
“Woah, you’re sleeping with Jordan Staal too?” He took a step back, looking mildly impressed.
“First off, no. Second off, who were you talking about?” He shook his head at me and sighed before turning to point into my bedroom. I shrugged my shoulders still not fully understanding.
“God Megan!” Corey sighed, exasperated now. “I’m 99% sure that’s Kris Versteeg in your bed.”
“Who- oh… oh no! Like… Versteeg the Hawk?!” I jumped up, ignoring the throbbing in my head and headed into my bedroom; Corey hot on my heels.
I stood at the end of my bed, staring down at the giant hockey-player that was stretched out across it. Well, shit. Who’s living the dream now? I thought as I shook my head. “Well… how are we gonna get him out of here?” I asked, hands on my hips.
“I’m sorry… ‘we’? Oh no, no… this is all you.” Corey gave me a pat on the back then headed towards the door, laughing to himself on the way out. I stood there a while longer, unsure of what to do.
“Hey… hey!” I nudged his leg with my big toe, gently shaking him. “Hey… Versteeg… come on buddy! Time to get up!” I nudged him harder, earning nothing more than a grunt and a weak attempted-swat. “Ugh! Ok… I quit!” I turned around and headed out of my room towards the shower, taking great care to lock the door behind me.
I was pulling off my shirt when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I tugged it out of my pocket and flipped it open, not bothering to check the ID.
“Hey… Megan…” Oh. My. God.
Okay, okay; whatever you do… act like you don’t care about Taylor… “Oh, hey Jordan… what’s up?”
“Nothing. You?” He said slowly, like he wasn’t actually sure why he had called.
“Umm, just hoping in the shower…”
“Oh cool well, I guess I’ll talk to you later then-”
“Wait! You don’t happen to know any of the numbers for the Blackhawks… do you?”
“Why?” The coolness of his remark caught me off guard.
“Well see…” I let out a sigh, it’s not like he didn’t see me leave with the guy anyway. “The guy I brought back to my place last night… it’s Kris Versteeg and, he’s out cold so… I need someone to come get him.”
“Wear him out last night?” I heard Jordan spat.
“What is your problem? I didn’t do anything wrong, Jordan.” I spat, feeling my anger boiling up inside me. “And for your information, no! I didn’t sleep with him last night; not that it would be any of your business if I did!” I finished in a huff, suddenly feeling foolish for yelling while half-naked - alone -in my bathroom.
“Oh. Well. I-. Shit, I’ll be right there.” He hung up the phone before I could say anything else. What the hell just happened?
I glanced over and caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, holy crap batman! I ripped off my jeans and jumped in the shower; not bothering to check the temperature of the water - it was ice cold.
I pulled myself together in record time; throwing on an old pair of black tights and an extra long The Clash shirt before heading to the door.
I pulled open the door just in time to see Jordan walking around the side of Corey and Shannon’s house; not alone.
“Thanks a lot for doing this…” I started as Jordan walked past me into the house.
“No problem, this is Duncan Keith, by the way.” He smiled back at me, catching my questioning glance. “They have this bromance thing going on… don’t ask…”
I laughed as Keith shrugged, following Jordan into my bedroom. Duncan grabbed Versteeg and dragged him out of the room; luckily, for everyone involved, he was still dressed.
I went into my room and started stripping the bed, while I waited for Jordan to come back in.
I folded the sheets under my arms and carried them to the hamper. I dropped them in and grabbed some fresh sheets from the hall; sloppily throwing them on my bed before heading into the living-room.
Jordan was sitting on the couch, examining the pillow and blanket I’d used the night before. “So you actually didn‘t…”
“What?" I asked, unsure of his comment. "I actually didn’t… what?”
“Sleep with him.” He grunted, looking up at me; an unfamiliar emotion crossing his face.
I flopped down on the couch next to him, “yah well, I’m just full of surprises like that.” He chuckled quietly and dropped his arm on the back of the couch, around my shoulders. We sat in a comfortable silence. I tried to remind myself that I was angry at him, pissed at him; but every time I peeked over and saw that jaw-bone, those blue eyes or that ‘fuck me now’ body - I had a hard time remembering why.
“Megan…” He said softly, I could feel his warm breath, tracing across my neck. I turned towards him as his lips found mine.
The kiss intensified; my hands grabbing the back of his head as he pulled me on top of him. I ran my fingers up through his hair; not giving a shit about anything but the body underneath mine.
Not the fact that he was a hockey-player, not the fact that he would never be satisfied with just me, not the fact that I had to work. Work… Work! SHIT!
“Shit!” I screamed pushing myself off Jordan and running towards my room.
“What?!” He shot back, obviously confused by my actions.
“Monday, it’s Monday! I’m suppose to be at work…dammit!” I glanced around my room, unable to fine my uniform. I gave up, grabbing a pair of jeans off my floor and shimming out of my tights; forgetting about my audience.
I hurriedly threw on a pair of work boots and dashed for the door. “Sorry, Jordan…” I took on last look at his ripped torso through his tight blue shirt, “God… I’m so sorry…” I shook the image of his body out of my head as I ran past the pool. “Call me later ok?”
“Wanna hang out Tuesday?” He called after me.
I nodded exuberantly as I rounded the corner and ripped the tarp off my baby; my ’64 GTO. I hated, hated taking it out on the city roads but; Corey had abandoned me so I had no choice.
I was relieved when I got in and Fiona wasn’t there, the last thing I needed was to get fired.
Shortly after I started working on a sick Ferrari; Harley pulled into the shop. She climbed out of her ‘stang and started laughing at me - apparently lovin my outfit.
She headed into the back to change; shortly after reappearing, smiling slightly.
“What’s up Mrs. Crosby?” I laughed at her as she headed towards the hubbies car.
“Not too much, Long day though...and I have to get home and do the twins homework tonight”
“Dude, that totally sucks.. I’m sorry..” I sighed, shaking my head at the amount of crap that she always had to deal with.
“Yeah, Whatever...story of my life” She shifted through the back of Crosby’s car as I thought over my morning in my head; wondering what she was going to say about it. I was about to retell my tale when she popped back out, holding a skimpy pair of pink panties in her hands. She glanced over at me, looking terrified and disappointed.
“It comes with the territory, Harley...” I smiled at her weakly; even though there wasn’t anything going on between them, seeing her this upset made me wanna punch someone out. She started to pale and I dashed around the car towards her. “Harley?...Harley?”
“He was...was...he was different...” She whispered softly.
I pulled her close and started rubbing her back. “Harley... I know you’re upset…but he’s not a monk... you’d of had to expect at least something like this... I know I do with Jordan.” Not that that helps you a whole lot…
“I know...It’s not so much the fact that he has dated other girls...it’s just..” She trailed off, looking around for an answer.
“What?...what is it, Harley? You know you can tell me anything”
“It’s just...seeing this underwear...sort of made me realize he wasn’t a virgin... And I know it’s stupid for me to even think he wasn’t and I knew that...but the thing is.. I’m a virgin and this freaks me out...how am I supposed to tell him?”
“Woah...calm down, how do you know he wants to have sex with you?” If superstar even thought about trying to get with Harley that fast, he was gonna have to answer to me…
“I don’t... But if he ever did I would have to tell him...and I’m sure it’s the biggest turn off...” I sighed, trying to find something to say; coming up empty handed. “plus this whole underwear in the back seat thing is really bugging me... It’s like he treats girls like trash and just dumps them after... I’m not going to be apart of that”
“As much as I love that you’re letting your feelings out, you should probably get a grip...Sid’s walking towards us right now” I said, catching a glimpse of him behind Harley.
“Oh, god... I’ll be in the back... I’ll be out in a minute” She threw the thong back down in the seat and dashed off.
“Ugh, bad timing?” He asked walking towards me.
“She’ll be right back…” I let out another sigh and headed back to the Ferrari, I knew it was wrong of me to start disliking Sidney because of his random sex with women but; it was hard not to. Harley was the last person on earth that deserved to be hurt, and that’s what he’d done; no matter how unintentional it was.
I watched him as he sauntered around the car, looking extremely… nervous? I shrugged my shoulders and bent back down under the hood.
It was actually surprising that Sidney was like that. I obviously hadn’t spent a lot of time with him but, Jordan always said he just wasn’t that type of guy.
Hell, I wouldn’t even be surprised if that thong was back there because of some girl Jordan tapped back there… that seems more reasonable that this kid getting a piece... I looked up in time to see Harley emerging from the back; this could get heated...
“What the…” I trailed off, sitting up and glancing around my surroundings. Realizing that I was sleeping in my ‘club clothing’, stretched out on my own couch; I allowed my mind to wander over last night. The first thing that came back to my mind was Jordan, and how great he looked; the second thing was Taylor, and how awful that situation had been.
I dropped my head into my hands and groaned again. Corey laughed, assuming I was suffering from a hang-over; as opposed to a broken-heart.
Woah, wait… broken-heart? I snapped my head back up, trying to shake the thought. That’s a bit dramatic… let’s say, hurt pride…
He had definitely hurt my pride, that wasn’t even a question. It’s not like I didn’t think Jordan Staal was out having sex with a new woman every night; it was meeting Taylor and having my expectations totally changed that hurt.
I had always been selfish enough to believe that I was different; that all the other girls Jordan pursued were blond, tan, bimbos that were interchangeable - then I met Taylor. What could I say, really? She was nice, funny; definitely not a faceless bimbo. Somehow that made it worse; I was nothing special, not to him anyway.
It didn’t matter now anyway, I had left him at the bar and would probably never hear from him again…
Why did Corey just call me a puck bunny then…?
“I never slept with Jordan…” I started looking up at him, how does he know about Jordan Staal?
“Umm, Jordan? Jordan who?” Corey cocked his head to the side and watched me, thoroughly perplexed.
“You just called me a puck bunny… aren’t you talking about Jordan Staal?”
“Woah, you’re sleeping with Jordan Staal too?” He took a step back, looking mildly impressed.
“First off, no. Second off, who were you talking about?” He shook his head at me and sighed before turning to point into my bedroom. I shrugged my shoulders still not fully understanding.
“God Megan!” Corey sighed, exasperated now. “I’m 99% sure that’s Kris Versteeg in your bed.”
“Who- oh… oh no! Like… Versteeg the Hawk?!” I jumped up, ignoring the throbbing in my head and headed into my bedroom; Corey hot on my heels.
I stood at the end of my bed, staring down at the giant hockey-player that was stretched out across it. Well, shit. Who’s living the dream now? I thought as I shook my head. “Well… how are we gonna get him out of here?” I asked, hands on my hips.
“I’m sorry… ‘we’? Oh no, no… this is all you.” Corey gave me a pat on the back then headed towards the door, laughing to himself on the way out. I stood there a while longer, unsure of what to do.
“Hey… hey!” I nudged his leg with my big toe, gently shaking him. “Hey… Versteeg… come on buddy! Time to get up!” I nudged him harder, earning nothing more than a grunt and a weak attempted-swat. “Ugh! Ok… I quit!” I turned around and headed out of my room towards the shower, taking great care to lock the door behind me.
I was pulling off my shirt when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I tugged it out of my pocket and flipped it open, not bothering to check the ID.
“Hey… Megan…” Oh. My. God.
Okay, okay; whatever you do… act like you don’t care about Taylor… “Oh, hey Jordan… what’s up?”
“Nothing. You?” He said slowly, like he wasn’t actually sure why he had called.
“Umm, just hoping in the shower…”
“Oh cool well, I guess I’ll talk to you later then-”
“Wait! You don’t happen to know any of the numbers for the Blackhawks… do you?”
“Why?” The coolness of his remark caught me off guard.
“Well see…” I let out a sigh, it’s not like he didn’t see me leave with the guy anyway. “The guy I brought back to my place last night… it’s Kris Versteeg and, he’s out cold so… I need someone to come get him.”
“Wear him out last night?” I heard Jordan spat.
“What is your problem? I didn’t do anything wrong, Jordan.” I spat, feeling my anger boiling up inside me. “And for your information, no! I didn’t sleep with him last night; not that it would be any of your business if I did!” I finished in a huff, suddenly feeling foolish for yelling while half-naked - alone -in my bathroom.
“Oh. Well. I-. Shit, I’ll be right there.” He hung up the phone before I could say anything else. What the hell just happened?
I glanced over and caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, holy crap batman! I ripped off my jeans and jumped in the shower; not bothering to check the temperature of the water - it was ice cold.
I pulled myself together in record time; throwing on an old pair of black tights and an extra long The Clash shirt before heading to the door.
I pulled open the door just in time to see Jordan walking around the side of Corey and Shannon’s house; not alone.
“Thanks a lot for doing this…” I started as Jordan walked past me into the house.
“No problem, this is Duncan Keith, by the way.” He smiled back at me, catching my questioning glance. “They have this bromance thing going on… don’t ask…”
I laughed as Keith shrugged, following Jordan into my bedroom. Duncan grabbed Versteeg and dragged him out of the room; luckily, for everyone involved, he was still dressed.
I went into my room and started stripping the bed, while I waited for Jordan to come back in.
I folded the sheets under my arms and carried them to the hamper. I dropped them in and grabbed some fresh sheets from the hall; sloppily throwing them on my bed before heading into the living-room.
Jordan was sitting on the couch, examining the pillow and blanket I’d used the night before. “So you actually didn‘t…”
“What?" I asked, unsure of his comment. "I actually didn’t… what?”
“Sleep with him.” He grunted, looking up at me; an unfamiliar emotion crossing his face.
I flopped down on the couch next to him, “yah well, I’m just full of surprises like that.” He chuckled quietly and dropped his arm on the back of the couch, around my shoulders. We sat in a comfortable silence. I tried to remind myself that I was angry at him, pissed at him; but every time I peeked over and saw that jaw-bone, those blue eyes or that ‘fuck me now’ body - I had a hard time remembering why.
“Megan…” He said softly, I could feel his warm breath, tracing across my neck. I turned towards him as his lips found mine.
The kiss intensified; my hands grabbing the back of his head as he pulled me on top of him. I ran my fingers up through his hair; not giving a shit about anything but the body underneath mine.
Not the fact that he was a hockey-player, not the fact that he would never be satisfied with just me, not the fact that I had to work. Work… Work! SHIT!
“Shit!” I screamed pushing myself off Jordan and running towards my room.
“What?!” He shot back, obviously confused by my actions.
“Monday, it’s Monday! I’m suppose to be at work…dammit!” I glanced around my room, unable to fine my uniform. I gave up, grabbing a pair of jeans off my floor and shimming out of my tights; forgetting about my audience.
I hurriedly threw on a pair of work boots and dashed for the door. “Sorry, Jordan…” I took on last look at his ripped torso through his tight blue shirt, “God… I’m so sorry…” I shook the image of his body out of my head as I ran past the pool. “Call me later ok?”
“Wanna hang out Tuesday?” He called after me.
I nodded exuberantly as I rounded the corner and ripped the tarp off my baby; my ’64 GTO. I hated, hated taking it out on the city roads but; Corey had abandoned me so I had no choice.
I was relieved when I got in and Fiona wasn’t there, the last thing I needed was to get fired.
Shortly after I started working on a sick Ferrari; Harley pulled into the shop. She climbed out of her ‘stang and started laughing at me - apparently lovin my outfit.
She headed into the back to change; shortly after reappearing, smiling slightly.
“What’s up Mrs. Crosby?” I laughed at her as she headed towards the hubbies car.
“Not too much, Long day though...and I have to get home and do the twins homework tonight”
“Dude, that totally sucks.. I’m sorry..” I sighed, shaking my head at the amount of crap that she always had to deal with.
“Yeah, Whatever...story of my life” She shifted through the back of Crosby’s car as I thought over my morning in my head; wondering what she was going to say about it. I was about to retell my tale when she popped back out, holding a skimpy pair of pink panties in her hands. She glanced over at me, looking terrified and disappointed.
“It comes with the territory, Harley...” I smiled at her weakly; even though there wasn’t anything going on between them, seeing her this upset made me wanna punch someone out. She started to pale and I dashed around the car towards her. “Harley?...Harley?”
“He was...was...he was different...” She whispered softly.
I pulled her close and started rubbing her back. “Harley... I know you’re upset…but he’s not a monk... you’d of had to expect at least something like this... I know I do with Jordan.” Not that that helps you a whole lot…
“I know...It’s not so much the fact that he has dated other girls...it’s just..” She trailed off, looking around for an answer.
“What?...what is it, Harley? You know you can tell me anything”
“It’s just...seeing this underwear...sort of made me realize he wasn’t a virgin... And I know it’s stupid for me to even think he wasn’t and I knew that...but the thing is.. I’m a virgin and this freaks me out...how am I supposed to tell him?”
“Woah...calm down, how do you know he wants to have sex with you?” If superstar even thought about trying to get with Harley that fast, he was gonna have to answer to me…
“I don’t... But if he ever did I would have to tell him...and I’m sure it’s the biggest turn off...” I sighed, trying to find something to say; coming up empty handed. “plus this whole underwear in the back seat thing is really bugging me... It’s like he treats girls like trash and just dumps them after... I’m not going to be apart of that”
“As much as I love that you’re letting your feelings out, you should probably get a grip...Sid’s walking towards us right now” I said, catching a glimpse of him behind Harley.
“Oh, god... I’ll be in the back... I’ll be out in a minute” She threw the thong back down in the seat and dashed off.
“Ugh, bad timing?” He asked walking towards me.
“She’ll be right back…” I let out another sigh and headed back to the Ferrari, I knew it was wrong of me to start disliking Sidney because of his random sex with women but; it was hard not to. Harley was the last person on earth that deserved to be hurt, and that’s what he’d done; no matter how unintentional it was.
I watched him as he sauntered around the car, looking extremely… nervous? I shrugged my shoulders and bent back down under the hood.
It was actually surprising that Sidney was like that. I obviously hadn’t spent a lot of time with him but, Jordan always said he just wasn’t that type of guy.
Hell, I wouldn’t even be surprised if that thong was back there because of some girl Jordan tapped back there… that seems more reasonable that this kid getting a piece... I looked up in time to see Harley emerging from the back; this could get heated...
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Chapter 13: Hot Pink
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I rushed through my classes more than excitedly than usual. It wasn’t because I was excited that I would be working tonight...but more that at work tonight, I would be seeing Sid. He was due to pick up his car, and that gave us both the excuse to see each other.
Biology was the only class that I didn’t want to rush through. There I felt like I was in control. I felt that way only because it was one of the key components to what I might want to pursue later on in life. That is if I didn’t want to keep working at the garage...which wasn’t a very good possibility, I loved that place so much regardless of Fiona’s crazy orders.
Biology wrapped up with us taking down the reading, and leaving me headed in a bee-line for my baby blue car. I slid in and cruised my way down the city of pittsburgh to get back to my work.
I pulled in and Megan popped her head out from the hood of another fancy car. I laughed when I saw her attire, half wishing I had the guts to not wear the uniform we were forced to sport.
I parked and quickly went to the back to pulled on the body suit, which I always made sure I tied the sleeves around my waist, and clunked on my dirty work boots. Letting my brown hair fall loosely to the bottom of my back.
“What’s up Mrs. Crosby?” Megan smirked as she leaned against the car as I made my way to Sid’s car to pull off the tarp. I blushed and scoff as she poked fun at my obvious crush on the superstar.
“Not too much, Long day though...and I have to get home and do the twins homework tonight” I sighed as I started my general car check up that I did before every pick up.
“Dude, that totally sucks.. I’m sorry..” Megan said, giving me a sympathetic look. I was pretty sure I was the only one who got those looks.
“Yeah, Whatever...story of my life” I laughed off as I began my overall check in the back seat. I finished up with the seats and took my look under the seats and almost fainted at the sight I saw. I picked the lacy thing up between my fingers.
I held it up and Megan let out a an exasperated sigh.
“It comes with the territory, Harley...” she said giving me a half hearted smile. I couldn’t think straight. I honestly thought I was going to pass out right then and there. Megan obviously saw my palled face and rushed her way around the car to be near me.
“Harley?...Harley?” she said more concerned now that I wasn’t answering.
“He was...was...he was different...” I barely whispered out. Completely devastated by what I had just seen.
Megan embraced me and rubbed my back up and down. I was completely frozen in shock.
“Harley... I know you’re upset..but he’s not a monk...you’d of had to expect at least something like this...i know I do with Jordan.” she said trying to reason with me about the situation before us.
“I know...It’s not so much the fact that he has dated other girls...it’s just..” I trailed not being able to finish.
“What?...what is it, Harley? You know you can tell me anything” Megan soothed as calmly as possible.
“It’s just...seeing this under ware...sort of made me realize he wasn’t a virgin... And I know it’s stupid for me to even think he wasn’t and I knew that...but the thing is.. I’m a virgin and this freaks me out...how am I supposed to tell him?” I rushed loosing my breath.
“Woah...calm down, how do you know he wants to have sex with you?” she said staring at me straight in the eyes, both hands on my shoulders.
“I don’t... But if he ever did I would have to tell him...and I’m sure it’s the biggest turn off...” megan sighed and tried to understand where I was coming, even though I knew it was hard for her. She didn’t really understand the fact that I wasn’t okay with the idea of another girl with Sidney...like Jordan always did.
“plus this whole underwear in the back seat thing is really bugging me... It’s like he treats girls like trash and just dumps them after... I’m not going to be apart of that” Megan nodded at my frustration, along with the hundreds of other emotions that were running through me right now.
“As much as I love that you’re letting your feelings out, you should probably get a grip...Sid’s walking towards us right now” she said nodding her head in his direction.
“Oh, god... I’ll be in the back... I’ll be out in a minute” I said dropping the hot pink thong in the middle of the backseat and closing the door, moving quickly to the employee bathroom to wash my face from the tears I had let spill over.
I few minutes later I walked out to see Sid waiting next to his car.
“Hi, Sidney...” I said coldly. His smile faded upon seeing my frigid face, but I didn’t back down.
“Here” I said over the silence, passing him the keys to the car. Noticing my mood he too the clue to hurry things up. He passed me over a check, with a light smile.
“It’s all there...” he said trying again at the whole conversation thing...but I wasn’t buying it.
I could feel Megan’s Smirk as she watched from the car see was toying around with.
“Drive Safe.” I spat unemotionally and turned on my heal and left, feelign his hazel eyes following me to the front desk. I guess he got the clue because he then got into his car, started her up and slowly puled her out of the garage. Giving Megan a slight smile on his way out.
I watched him from my spot from under my lashes. I then saw quickly that his eyes met mine through his rear-view mirror. His eyes shifted slightly and met what I had tossed earlier in the backseat.
Immediately you could see everything clicking in his head. He put his head down, obviously ashamed I had to see how he spent his time, and picked up speed to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Leaving me furious... But somehow still so crushed out on him. Damn Hockey Players...
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I rushed through my classes more than excitedly than usual. It wasn’t because I was excited that I would be working tonight...but more that at work tonight, I would be seeing Sid. He was due to pick up his car, and that gave us both the excuse to see each other.
Biology was the only class that I didn’t want to rush through. There I felt like I was in control. I felt that way only because it was one of the key components to what I might want to pursue later on in life. That is if I didn’t want to keep working at the garage...which wasn’t a very good possibility, I loved that place so much regardless of Fiona’s crazy orders.
Biology wrapped up with us taking down the reading, and leaving me headed in a bee-line for my baby blue car. I slid in and cruised my way down the city of pittsburgh to get back to my work.
I pulled in and Megan popped her head out from the hood of another fancy car. I laughed when I saw her attire, half wishing I had the guts to not wear the uniform we were forced to sport.
I parked and quickly went to the back to pulled on the body suit, which I always made sure I tied the sleeves around my waist, and clunked on my dirty work boots. Letting my brown hair fall loosely to the bottom of my back.
“What’s up Mrs. Crosby?” Megan smirked as she leaned against the car as I made my way to Sid’s car to pull off the tarp. I blushed and scoff as she poked fun at my obvious crush on the superstar.
“Not too much, Long day though...and I have to get home and do the twins homework tonight” I sighed as I started my general car check up that I did before every pick up.
“Dude, that totally sucks.. I’m sorry..” Megan said, giving me a sympathetic look. I was pretty sure I was the only one who got those looks.
“Yeah, Whatever...story of my life” I laughed off as I began my overall check in the back seat. I finished up with the seats and took my look under the seats and almost fainted at the sight I saw. I picked the lacy thing up between my fingers.
I held it up and Megan let out a an exasperated sigh.
“It comes with the territory, Harley...” she said giving me a half hearted smile. I couldn’t think straight. I honestly thought I was going to pass out right then and there. Megan obviously saw my palled face and rushed her way around the car to be near me.
“Harley?...Harley?” she said more concerned now that I wasn’t answering.
“He was...was...he was different...” I barely whispered out. Completely devastated by what I had just seen.
Megan embraced me and rubbed my back up and down. I was completely frozen in shock.
“Harley... I know you’re upset..but he’s not a monk...you’d of had to expect at least something like this...i know I do with Jordan.” she said trying to reason with me about the situation before us.
“I know...It’s not so much the fact that he has dated other girls...it’s just..” I trailed not being able to finish.
“What?...what is it, Harley? You know you can tell me anything” Megan soothed as calmly as possible.
“It’s just...seeing this under ware...sort of made me realize he wasn’t a virgin... And I know it’s stupid for me to even think he wasn’t and I knew that...but the thing is.. I’m a virgin and this freaks me out...how am I supposed to tell him?” I rushed loosing my breath.
“Woah...calm down, how do you know he wants to have sex with you?” she said staring at me straight in the eyes, both hands on my shoulders.
“I don’t... But if he ever did I would have to tell him...and I’m sure it’s the biggest turn off...” megan sighed and tried to understand where I was coming, even though I knew it was hard for her. She didn’t really understand the fact that I wasn’t okay with the idea of another girl with Sidney...like Jordan always did.
“plus this whole underwear in the back seat thing is really bugging me... It’s like he treats girls like trash and just dumps them after... I’m not going to be apart of that” Megan nodded at my frustration, along with the hundreds of other emotions that were running through me right now.
“As much as I love that you’re letting your feelings out, you should probably get a grip...Sid’s walking towards us right now” she said nodding her head in his direction.
“Oh, god... I’ll be in the back... I’ll be out in a minute” I said dropping the hot pink thong in the middle of the backseat and closing the door, moving quickly to the employee bathroom to wash my face from the tears I had let spill over.
I few minutes later I walked out to see Sid waiting next to his car.
“Hi, Sidney...” I said coldly. His smile faded upon seeing my frigid face, but I didn’t back down.
“Here” I said over the silence, passing him the keys to the car. Noticing my mood he too the clue to hurry things up. He passed me over a check, with a light smile.
“It’s all there...” he said trying again at the whole conversation thing...but I wasn’t buying it.
I could feel Megan’s Smirk as she watched from the car see was toying around with.
“Drive Safe.” I spat unemotionally and turned on my heal and left, feelign his hazel eyes following me to the front desk. I guess he got the clue because he then got into his car, started her up and slowly puled her out of the garage. Giving Megan a slight smile on his way out.
I watched him from my spot from under my lashes. I then saw quickly that his eyes met mine through his rear-view mirror. His eyes shifted slightly and met what I had tossed earlier in the backseat.
Immediately you could see everything clicking in his head. He put his head down, obviously ashamed I had to see how he spent his time, and picked up speed to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Leaving me furious... But somehow still so crushed out on him. Damn Hockey Players...
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Chapter 12: The World on My Shoulders
Shootouts.
The one thing that can make or break a single player.
I took a couple of deep breaths skating around in a circle, calming my nerves and my excitement as the ref blew the whistle for me to go. This right here was the hardest part of the game. Being the last shooter, having the world on your shoulders. But it was part of the job.
I took the puck on my stick and started forward. Right, left, right, left. Forehand, backhand. Which way to go. I studied Heut carefully as he reacted to my movement. What would be the best choice?
Up and over his blocker? Worked in the past. Effortless...
Five hole? Overdone.
Glove side, fake high, under his arm. Perfect.
I skated closer head far left, watching as he shifted with me. A small grin fell onto my lips as I moved closer right, allowing him to shift slightly. I moved the puck for my wrist shot, and twisted to make it seem like the puck would hit high.
I saw the light, knowing it was in, but shocked none-the-less. I did it!
I DID IT!!! WOOH!!
I could barely celebrate before I was bombarded by my teammates. We won! YES! Now to celebrate. We all headed towards the bench, Flower hanging back a bit to celebrate with me.
"Good shot, Sidney." He grinned patting me with his blocker.
"Good save, Flower." I nodded back, tapping my helmet to his.
"Diesel?" I nodded as we headed back to the locker room. It was loud and rowdy, most of the boys having beat us there.
Max had "We are the Champions" blaring into the room. Like usual.
"Okay, gang!" Max yelled, having stripped down to his undergear, I knew it was a matter of moments before the press bombarded us. "Diesel! Last one there buys!" He got my eye as I pulled off my jersey and grinned. Ass.
I sighed as most of the guys escaped to the showers and the press was let in. I know I didn't have a choice tonight. I sat there and gave my usual generic answers. We meshed well tonight, and we played like a true team. Yah it's nice getting the winning goal, but it's a team effort. Not an individual one.
Finally I escaped the interviews and had a quick shower before sliding back into my suit. Jordan was heading out the door just as I was throwing on my coat.
"You coming, Gronk?" I called after him.
"Yah... Gotta pretty little thing I have to entertain." He grinned widely as I followed him out the door.
Diesel was loud and packed by the time I pulled up. The bouncer waved me in, as I ducked my head past the women screaming my name. Damn it... One day I want to meet someone who has no clue who I am!
I let my mind wander, as I got up to VIP, to that girl at the garage. She didn't seem to know me. It was refreshing.
"Ahh, the money's here!" Max yelled as I sat down. "You better tell Leo it's your tab, buddy." I sighed and rolled my eyes at Flower and Vero as I stood to head towards the bar. I stopped mid-way as I saw she was there, standing at the bar, talking to Leo.
“Hey Leo, can I get margarita, a Vodka martini, a rum and coke...and just a beer for me please?” She yelled over the music, as I stepped up behind her.
“So...you fix cars and you drink beer...you’re like the perfect girl!” I grinned as I spoke into her ear. My smile grew as she turned and a look of recognition fell onto her face.
"Hey Sid." She smiled shyly. Oh... She knew who I was. I guess it just took her a bit to figure it out. I smiled and looked up at Leo who just brought her drinks. And a beer for me.
"Put it on my tab, Leo. The boys to." I sighed and picked up two of her drinks in one hand and mine in the other.
"You loose again, Crosby?" Leo laughed as he nodded.
"Ya, well... That's life. I'm still waiting for Talbot's turn." He chuckled again as I turned back to this girl.
"You didn't have to do that." She said, her smile falling slightly. I shrugged nonchalantly, taking in her appearance. She looked cute, dressed up, but not. What a body.
"It's the least I could do.... after all you are fixing my car." I grinned as her smile returned.
"Well then the least I can do is let you sit at my table." She smiled and I motioned for her to lead the way. She started towards a table that held Gronk surrounded by two gorgeous women. My first thought was that Jordan was playing up for a threesome, until I looked closer and saw the look of absolute panic found on his face.
“They seem pretty busy...do you by any chance want to get a table with me?” I looked down at her as she nodded thinking probably along the same lines. I took the other drink from her and set all three down onto the table Jordan and the mess he got himself into were sitting at before placing my hand on the small of her back and leading her to a small table near Max, Flower and Vero.
We sat and talked comfortably. It was nice just talking to someone about something other than hockey. I was able to tell her about my family back home. And how hard it was not to be able to be there for Taylor and her own hockey games. She told me her name, finally. Harley. And that she lived with her step-mother. I knew she loved cars, so we were able to easily talk about them.
It was nice. Finally, a time that I didn't have to worry about what someone already knew about me.
The one thing that can make or break a single player.
I took a couple of deep breaths skating around in a circle, calming my nerves and my excitement as the ref blew the whistle for me to go. This right here was the hardest part of the game. Being the last shooter, having the world on your shoulders. But it was part of the job.
I took the puck on my stick and started forward. Right, left, right, left. Forehand, backhand. Which way to go. I studied Heut carefully as he reacted to my movement. What would be the best choice?
Up and over his blocker? Worked in the past. Effortless...
Five hole? Overdone.
Glove side, fake high, under his arm. Perfect.
I skated closer head far left, watching as he shifted with me. A small grin fell onto my lips as I moved closer right, allowing him to shift slightly. I moved the puck for my wrist shot, and twisted to make it seem like the puck would hit high.
I saw the light, knowing it was in, but shocked none-the-less. I did it!
I DID IT!!! WOOH!!
I could barely celebrate before I was bombarded by my teammates. We won! YES! Now to celebrate. We all headed towards the bench, Flower hanging back a bit to celebrate with me.
"Good shot, Sidney." He grinned patting me with his blocker.
"Good save, Flower." I nodded back, tapping my helmet to his.
"Diesel?" I nodded as we headed back to the locker room. It was loud and rowdy, most of the boys having beat us there.
Max had "We are the Champions" blaring into the room. Like usual.
"Okay, gang!" Max yelled, having stripped down to his undergear, I knew it was a matter of moments before the press bombarded us. "Diesel! Last one there buys!" He got my eye as I pulled off my jersey and grinned. Ass.
I sighed as most of the guys escaped to the showers and the press was let in. I know I didn't have a choice tonight. I sat there and gave my usual generic answers. We meshed well tonight, and we played like a true team. Yah it's nice getting the winning goal, but it's a team effort. Not an individual one.
Finally I escaped the interviews and had a quick shower before sliding back into my suit. Jordan was heading out the door just as I was throwing on my coat.
"You coming, Gronk?" I called after him.
"Yah... Gotta pretty little thing I have to entertain." He grinned widely as I followed him out the door.
Diesel was loud and packed by the time I pulled up. The bouncer waved me in, as I ducked my head past the women screaming my name. Damn it... One day I want to meet someone who has no clue who I am!
I let my mind wander, as I got up to VIP, to that girl at the garage. She didn't seem to know me. It was refreshing.
"Ahh, the money's here!" Max yelled as I sat down. "You better tell Leo it's your tab, buddy." I sighed and rolled my eyes at Flower and Vero as I stood to head towards the bar. I stopped mid-way as I saw she was there, standing at the bar, talking to Leo.
“Hey Leo, can I get margarita, a Vodka martini, a rum and coke...and just a beer for me please?” She yelled over the music, as I stepped up behind her.
“So...you fix cars and you drink beer...you’re like the perfect girl!” I grinned as I spoke into her ear. My smile grew as she turned and a look of recognition fell onto her face.
"Hey Sid." She smiled shyly. Oh... She knew who I was. I guess it just took her a bit to figure it out. I smiled and looked up at Leo who just brought her drinks. And a beer for me.
"Put it on my tab, Leo. The boys to." I sighed and picked up two of her drinks in one hand and mine in the other.
"You loose again, Crosby?" Leo laughed as he nodded.
"Ya, well... That's life. I'm still waiting for Talbot's turn." He chuckled again as I turned back to this girl.
"You didn't have to do that." She said, her smile falling slightly. I shrugged nonchalantly, taking in her appearance. She looked cute, dressed up, but not. What a body.
"It's the least I could do.... after all you are fixing my car." I grinned as her smile returned.
"Well then the least I can do is let you sit at my table." She smiled and I motioned for her to lead the way. She started towards a table that held Gronk surrounded by two gorgeous women. My first thought was that Jordan was playing up for a threesome, until I looked closer and saw the look of absolute panic found on his face.
“They seem pretty busy...do you by any chance want to get a table with me?” I looked down at her as she nodded thinking probably along the same lines. I took the other drink from her and set all three down onto the table Jordan and the mess he got himself into were sitting at before placing my hand on the small of her back and leading her to a small table near Max, Flower and Vero.
We sat and talked comfortably. It was nice just talking to someone about something other than hockey. I was able to tell her about my family back home. And how hard it was not to be able to be there for Taylor and her own hockey games. She told me her name, finally. Harley. And that she lived with her step-mother. I knew she loved cars, so we were able to easily talk about them.
It was nice. Finally, a time that I didn't have to worry about what someone already knew about me.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Chapter 11: This Cannot Be Happening
Sex. Ever wonder how it all came about? Who discovered that it's the key to civilisation? Why'd they name it that? Many, many questions pool my head sometimes. I find the words 'making love' far too sensitive to use, when you say them girls seem to get clingy and attached. I decided many years ago that I'd say them once and only once to the woman I want to marry. Yes, believe it or not eventually I do want to settle down. I don't want to be the party boy forever sometime in the not so far future I want to find a nice girl, marry her, have a few kids and live a happy contented life. For now though, I find myself thinking about one lady in particular.
When we finish round one Taylor wonders off into the bathroom probably to compose herself and prepare for round two. By now thought all thoughts of her are leaving my mind, and drifting in are those of Megan. I want to hear her voice. I pick up my cell phone and press call when I find her name. I know it's awful that I have one very attractive woman in my bed and I'm trying to get a hold of a second beautiful one. But the thing is - I'm spoiled for choice. Taylor returns from the bathroom and I decide that Megan's obviously not going to pick up so hang up.
''No answer?'' She asks, I pray she doesn't further question me becuase I don't really want to lie to her pretty face.
''Ohh well,'' I say as I shrug my shoulders. My eyes filling with desire as she gets into bed beside me.
I wrap my arms around her tiny waist bringing her towards, suddenly wishing it was Megan I was about to ravage. I start moving my hands around her toned body and hearing her moan satisfies me enough for now.
I lay out of breath beside her, my eyelids heavy. I'm not into all that cuddling shit, it's just another form of clingyness. She runs her fingers over my abs and it agitates me, suddenly I'm annoyed.
''I can't sleep if you keep doing that.'' I say as grab her hand and stop her movements.
''Sorry,'' She replies. I feel a little guilty but all of that disappears as sleeps takes over my body at last.
I skated around the rink scanning the crowd for any sign of her. I mean I knew she was here I had purposely checked to see if she had picked up her tickets. I've got to focus, c'mon Jordy get your head in the game. In the end we won, as usual Sid made the winning shot but he practices hard, sometimes he deserves it.
I saw her come through the door and into the locker room and I felt them - those fluttering butterflies.
''Hey! Have fun?'' I asked her - breaking the ice, it's always a little awkward the first few minutes we speak to each other.
''Yeah, you played well.'' She said and I felt a grin spread across my face. I shrugged my shoulders trying to brush it off but I was it came across cocky - what the hell, who cares?
''So anyways, I know we were going to hang out at my place tonight but..'' As soon as the words come out of her mouth, my disapointment sets in. I had been imagining sex with her for too long, I wanted to see if she lived up to all of my expectations. ''But Harley's cousin is in town with a friend and I think they want to hang out so . . some other time.'' You have got to be kidding me.
''Where are you guys going,'' I figured we could still hang out anyway, just being in her company would mildy satisfy me.
''I don't know, we haven't gotten that far.''
''Well, why don't we all go to Diesel together ..'' I moved closer to her trying to get the full effect of the last few word that were about to come from my mouth. ''That way you can please your friends . . and then me.'' I hoped I could get away with what I just sayed.
''Hmm, that sounds doable, I'll have to double check though . . might see you there.'' I watched her move away and shake that tight little ass as she left the room. Breath Jordy, Breath.
We got to Diesel around 11ish. She walked and sat down, with Taylor. Taylor! I had to get her away her, she meant to much for me to lose at this moment in time.
''Umm, why are you with those girls?'' I clicked send and watched her as Taylor threw her phone at her and she flipped the screen up.
I saw her dismiss my text and sit her cell phone back down on the table. She scooted closer to Taylor and at one point I saw my name on her lips. I'm pretty sure that everyone around me could see the look of horror that had obviously slid across my face. I figured I should probably go across, take my punishment and get it over with.
''Hey Jordie!'' Megan called as I approached their table timidly. ''Why don't you come sit here,'' she patted to the spot in between Taylor and her. I obliged warily. ''So, what are your plans for the rest of the night then?'' They both said in unison in both ears. Fuck, they obviously know about one another.
''Ughh'' The only word I could managed to get from my mouth.
''Look babe, I was just talking to your charming friend and we've decided that you've probably had enough fun for one weekend. It might be better if you just take it easy tonight.'' Taylor spoke before getting up and moving to the bar.
''Too bad your probably tired . . tonight would of been fantastic.'' Megan said as she also got up and sashayed over to the bar. Why, ohh why did I have to be so stupid and invite them both to my game?
I saw some guy approach her at the bar and suddenly I felt a mix of rage and unmistakeable jealousy. For christ sake, she's mine but she's not is she? Time froze as I saw them walk to the door, only stopping to say something to Sid and the girl he was with. Fuck, is that Harley? I was so angry when I saw her grin at the guy and pull him out the door.
This cannot be happening.
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