Four:

I directed my attention to the doorway, completely shocked at who was standing there. My mom. “What is going on in here?!” she exclaimed, her voice slightly rising with every word that came out of her mouth.

“Mrs. Kane, its not what it looks like…” Jon began.

“Really Jonathan? It seems pretty clear that you were just having sex with my daughter,” she replied harshly. “Does Marie know about this? Or how about Patrick?”

“No,” he replied simply.

She shot us both looks of disgust before focusing her rant on me, “Cole, what the hell are you thinking?!”

“I-I don’t know Mom,” I replied, averting my eyes to the floor.

“You need to start thinking about the decisions you make. You’re nineteen years old for Christ’s sake! Start acting like it,” she replied angrily.

I didn’t even reply. I just stood there, keeping my focus on the floor.

“Are you listening to me Cole?!” she exclaimed.

“Yes,” I paused for a second. “But Patrick’s not in trouble though, for you know, throwing a party… everything’s all my fault, right?” I asked sarcastically.

“Excuse me?” she replied, the anger returning in her tone.

I rolled my eyes. “What are you even doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on your way home?”

“Our flight got delayed for a few hours due to bad weather, then they just decided to postpone it until tomorrow morning, but that’s besides the point. And don’t try to turn this on Patrick, I’ll deal with him later. This is about you Cole.”

“What about me?” Patrick asked, walking over to my mom who was still positioned in the doorway. He then took a glance into the guestroom where Jon and I were. His jaw dropped slightly. I looked at Jon who was sitting on the bed, the sheet covering his naked lower body, and me, who was standing at the foot of the bed, only in my bra and underwear.

Shit. This was not gonna be good.

Patrick immediately pushed past my mom and angrily stomped into the guestroom, walking straight up to Jon. “Oh there’s really nothing going on between you two…” Patrick began, his voice dripping with fury.

“Pat, before you get ahead of yourself, let me explain…” Jon began.

“No, I think I’ve seen all that I need to. Get out.”

“Patrick don’t do this,” I interrupted.

“Shut up Cole and stay out of this,” Patrick replied angrily.

“Patrick, she threw herself at me!” Jon shouted innocently.

My jaw literally hit the floor. Patrick and my mom both shot me glances of shock and disgust. I honestly didn’t even know what to say. I stalked up to Jon and smacked him straight in the face. Hard. “I did not throw myself at you Jonathan Toews,” I snapped. “Get the fuck out of my house. Now.” I then gathered my clothes and went in the bathroom to get changed.

After quickly throwing my clothes on, I headed downstairs. I needed to get out of here. I walked up to Adam Burish. “Can you do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Can you take me home with you?” I replied.

I could tell I took him off guard, “uhm… yeah.”

“Now?” I pleaded.

“Oh… uhh, yeah sure.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

“No problem.”

He then took me by the arm and led me out of my house and out to his car that was stationed in my driveway. He unlocked it and we both hopped in. After sitting down, I heard him start the car. I placed my forehead against the cold car window and sighed heavily, looking out into the night.

“Cole, you okay?” he asked with concern.

“Uhm not really,” I replied honestly. “But I really don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“Okay,” he said, respecting my wishes.

We sat in a silence for the rest of the way home. It wasn’t awkward, to be honest, that’s exactly what I wanted. When he pulled in the driveway, he shut off the car and shot me a sympathetic look before we hopped out of the car and made our way inside his house. He led me into his living room and sat me down on the couch, handing me the remote for the TV. “Watch whatever you want. Do you want anything to eat or drink?”

“Uhm ice water with a Motrin would be great,” I replied while rubbing my temples. I could feel my early hangover developing.

“Alright.” He then emerged from the kitchen a few moments later with what I had asked for.

“Thank you,” I said.

“No problem,” he replied.

I took the Motrin and watched an episode or two of Entourage. I then checked my phone for the time; it was 2:55 AM. I was relieved that nobody had called looking for me. I looked over at Adam to see that he was already sound asleep on the other end of the couch. I decided to follow suit, so I laid down on the couch and quickly fell asleep.

Three:

Sitting on the couch, I looked at what was going on around me. People were everywhere. On the so-called ‘dance floor’ in my living room grinding to the blaring music that was bumping from the speakers. In the kitchen, refilling their cups with the alcoholic beverage they most desired. In the basement, on the couches making out with the person that they claimed their ‘one night stand.’ But I didn’t care about random people; I wanted to know where Jon was. Although I had a gut feeling that I knew where, considering the fact that I did see him come in with Marie earlier, I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.

I looked down at my cup, which was disappointingly empty. Just as I was about to get up and get a refill, I felt someone grab my arm. I looked up to see Patrick Sharp who looked amazingly sexy like always. “Hey,” he said, offering a hand to pull me up off the couch. I grabbed his hand and let him help me up. As soon as I was off the couch I stumbled a little, considering the fact that I had one too many drinks on an empty stomach. He wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me from falling over and guided me to the ‘dance floor.’ “Wanna dance?” he asked while placing his hands on my lower back. “Sure,” I replied while lacing my arms around his neck.

Of course, ‘Something In Your Mouth,’ by Nickelback just happened to be blasting from the speakers by the time we had begun dancing so I found it appropriate to grind all over Patrick, which he didn’t mind of course. I silently thanked God that my parents had left earlier because if they saw me like this, it would not be good. I then turned around so that my back was facing his front. I’m guessing he really enjoyed that, because he pulled me closer to him, so that my ass was full on grinding his cock. I could feel him getting a little excited if you catch my drift, so he then took me by the hand and pulled me off the dance floor and began leading the way upstairs. Before I was at the staircase, I looked around the room to make sure that my brother wasn’t watching what was going on. I didn’t happen to see him, but I did see Jon standing in the kitchen with Adam Burish and Kris Versteeg and he gave me a look of complete jealousy. I just smiled at him, and let Patrick take me upstairs.

Once in my room, I started really feeling the alcohol that I had consumed. I wasn’t completely incoherent, but I definitely wasn’t fully aware of what was going on. Patrick layed down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. We soon began making out and just as I was about to take off his pants, my bedroom door flung open. Patrick and I immediately stopped what we were doing and looked in the doorway to see Jon standing there.

I rolled my eyes, “what do you want Toews?” I snapped.

“Your brother is looking for you,” he replied with annoyance evident in his voice.

I looked at Patrick and mouthed ‘sorry’ before rolling off of him, adjusting my outfit, and walking out of my room. Right as I stepped in the hallway Jon shut the door and began following me down the hallway. I picked up my pace and he did as well. He eventually caught up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. Reality hit me, my brother wasn’t really looking for me, Jon lied so that I wouldn’t fuck Patrick. I turned toward him and smacked him. “What was that for?!” he yelled while rubbing his face.

“You’re a fucking liar,” I replied.

“Oh, come on. I wasn’t gonna let you go and fuck Patrick Sharp.”

“And why not?”

“Because,” he replied simply.

“Because why?”

“I-I, uh…” he stuttered.

“You’re jealous…”

“No I’m not,” he replied blushing furiously.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I-I’m not…”

“Fine… then I’m going to go back in there and finish what we started then.”

“No your not,” he replied while grabbing my arm.

“Admit that you were jealous and I won’t,” I replied.

“No.”

“Fine.” I shook my arm loose from his grasp and began walking back to my room.

“Stop.” He called from down the hallway.

I turned and looked at him, “what?”

He walked over to me and pulled me into one of the empty guestrooms. He leaned down to kiss me and I stopped him. “Say it,” I said.

“No,” he replied.

“Say it Jon,” I repeated.

“No,” he said while aggressively picking me up and laying me down on the bed.

He began unbuttoning my pants, and for some reason, I let him. He ripped them off and threw them on the floor. I let him completely undress himself and me before stopping him. “Jon, I don’t think you realize that I’m not having sex with you until you say it.”

“Really now…” he replied.

“Yes, really.”

“I don’t think so,” he said, grabbing my arms and holding them over my head.

“Well, I know so.”

He eventually got his way, and we ended up having sex. After we were done, he rolled off of me and laid by my side so he could catch his breath.

“Okay, so maybe I was a little jealous…” he began.

“I knew it,” I replied. I then hopped off of the bed and began getting dressed until I was interrupted by the door opening.

“What the hell?!”

Two:

After being gone for a lengthy three hours, walking Downtown Chicago, freeing myself from the hellish party, I found myself at the foot of my driveway. I immediately noticed the immense amount of cars from the party were gone. Except one car that I knew very well… Jon’s. I racked my brain for possible ideas of why he was still at my house… and came up with none by the time I walked inside.

I opened the door and noticed one person was situated on the couch, Jon, of course. I stepped out of my shoes and walked over to him. “What the hell are you still doing here? And where’s Marie?”

He immediately stood up from the couch and began walking toward me, as I kept stepping back, I eventually felt myself back up against the wall. He wrapped his hands around my waist, “I’m actually staying for dinner,” he said as his lips came crashing down on mine. I know that I probably should have stopped what we were doing immediately, but God, the power this guy has over me is fucking insane. “Oh and don’t worry about Marie, she’s not here. Even though I find it extremely fucking sexy when you’re jealous.” He informed me in between kisses. His hands slowly trailed their way down to my ass, and then to my upper thigh. He gripped the hem of my dress and began slowly sliding it up, all while kissing me. I then slapped his hand away. “Jon, my family’s in the kitchen. This isn’t a good idea.”

His facial appearance immediately turned into a look of disappointment.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes. “Later,” I whispered and gave him a quick peck on the lips before squeezing out of his grasp and walking into the kitchen… Him following right behind me.

“And where have you been?!” My mom shouted, obviously irate.

"I just went for a walk,” I replied innocently.

“Well sit down, dinner’s done,” she replied, still a little heated. I looked at the table, and noticed that Jon had already taken a seat. My mom then assembled herself next to my dad, so the only available seat was next to Jon. I let out a slight eye roll before sitting down.

I piled my plate with food, and silently began digging in, as I felt three sets of eyes burning holes into my skin. Pat’s, my moms, and my dad’s. We all ate in an awkward silence until my mom piped up, “Cole, it looks like Dad and I’s time here isn’t going to be as long as we thought. Amelia called today and said that your sisters have completely turned the house upside down.”

“Well that’s what you get for putting the maid in charge,” I mumbled to myself.

“What was that?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh nothing.” I replied with a hint of sarcasm in my voice, “when are you guys leaving?”

“Tomorrow morning at eleven.”

“Oh,” I replied, a little relieved.

We then continued eating for a little while longer in silence. “It’s too bad that Marie couldn’t stay for dinner Jon, she’s a genuine girl.” My dad began.

“Yeah I know, it’s a shame,” Jon replied while slyly placing his hand on my thigh. As time went on, he slowly began sliding it higher and higher. I shot him a look, and he returned it with an overconfident smile. Not too long after that, he took his hand that was placed on my thigh and grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together. “Well thank you for dinner Mr. and Mrs. Kane, it was terrific,” Jon complemented.

“Oh anytime, Jon,” my mom replied grinning.

I stood up with my plate in my hand. “Oh, would you be so kind to take my plate with yours?” Jon asked. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his plate from his hand and stuck them both in the sink.
“Well it looks like I should get going…” Jon began.

“Oh nonsense Jonathan,” my mom replied. “It’s getting late, how about you just take one of the guestrooms upstairs.”

“Well, if Patrick and Cole don’t care…”

“Oh of course they don’t!” My mom answered for us.

“I’m actually kind of tired, would someone like to show me where I’m staying?” He asked, staring straight at me. Although he had been over countless times, and knew where the guestrooms’ are, fucking liar.

I looked over at Patrick who was still eating, and my parents who had begun cleaning up the table. “Cole will,” my dad offered.

“Oh how nice of you,” Jon said enthusiastically. Shaking my head, I walked out of the kitchen and began ‘leading the way’ upstairs, Jon hot at my heels. Before I even got to his room, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into him. He then leaned down and pressed his lips down onto mine. He picked me up and carried me into my bedroom, for the second time today. Right as I was thrown on the bed and the buttons on my dress became separated, I heard footsteps up the stairs. I hoped that it was just my parents going to bed or something, but to my misfortune, it was Patrick… “Hey Jon come out here for a sec,” he then began pounding on the empty guest room that Jon was supposed to be in.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fix your dress.” I quickly and sloppily fixed the buttons on my dress when he opened the door to my bedroom. “Oh Kaner, I was… uh… just asking Cole here, what I, uh, should get Marie for Christmas, `cuz you know... they're, uh, both girls and whatnot...” Jon said while rubbing his neck.

Patrick looked at Jon quizzically, and pulled him out of my room. He slammed the door behind Jon and I immediately heard him ask, “Is there something going on between you guys?” With anger evident in his tone.

“No Kaner, come on, you know that I’m happy with Marie.” He replied.

“Whatever,” Patrick said, and they most likely went into Patrick’s room because the rest of the conversation was cut off from there.

One:

We dashed up the stairs hand in hand, escaping the dull party that was a few levels down. We found my un-occupied bedroom, flung open the door, and slammed it right behind us. We stood there; a few feet apart. Just staring at each other in silence. “Get over here,” He growled, pulling me into him. I looked into his brown eyes; filled with lust, as we stumbled back against the wall. His hands placed firmly on my hips. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. A few moments later, we pulled away for air. He cupped my upper thighs, and picked me up, tightly holding me against the wall. “Don’t tell your brother about this,” he said, as his lips created a trail of kisses from my neck to my collarbone.

“Aye, aye Captain,” I breathed.

Still holding me, he walked us over to my bed. Laying me down, he forcefully positioned himself on top of me. Violently unbuttoning my very short black dress, he slid it off and threw it on the floor. He then began working on his shirt as I helped him with his pants. They soon joined my dress on the floor. He slid his hands underneath me as his hands explored their way up my back, and to the clasp of my bra. Unhooking it, he took it off and threw it on the floor. I took off his boxers as he slid off my underwear. Placing his hands on my upper thighs, he spread my legs apart and thrusted into me. Keeping in mind that there was a party just a few levels below us, I tried to be as silent as I could.

After our few moments of pleasure were over, we lay on my bed, letting our breathing catch up with us. “God Jon,” I huffed in between breaths. We then hopped out of bed, got dressed, and rushed downstairs before anyone noticed that we were gone.

Back downstairs, we quickly separated. Him going back to his girlfriend, and I going back over with my brother and my family.

“Cole, where have you been?” My brother asked, his voice filled with annoyance.

“Upstairs Pat. I had to go to the bathroom and then Tessa called and was talking to me,” I said, returning the same tone of annoyance.

“Riight,” He replied with a hint of sarcasm. He knew something was going on.

“Whatever,” I mumbled.

I sat there for the next ten minutes of so, listening to the uninteresting conversation that my parents were having with coach Quennville and his wife. After they finally walked away, Jon walked into the room and noticed that my family and I were stationed in the corner. He immediately came over to us with Marie, his girlfriend, on his arm. Jealousy flooded through me, and I tried my hardest to not let it show.

“Hey Pat, Mr. and Mrs. Kane, Cole,” Jon said as he made his way over.

“Oh Jonathan, it’s so nice to see you!” My mom exclaimed, “and who’s this?” She asked, motioning to his girlfriend.

“Oh this is my girlfriend, Marie.”

“Nice to meet you sweetheart,” my mom said.

I rolled my eyes, and I looked over at Jonathan who noticed my annoyance with Marie.

“Nice to meet you as well, Mrs. Kane,” she replied in the most aggravating tone of enthusiasm.

They carried on their annoying conversation, which made me want to punch the shit out of Marie. She was acting so artificial; it was practically oozing off of her. I just stood there, arms crossed, acting like I was actually interested in their conversation. Even though listening to the fakest bitch in the house drone on about her so called ‘accomplishments’ wasn’t my idea of a good time.

“Excuse me while I go get a drink,” I then pushed past Jon and walked into the kitchen. Why do I keep doing this to myself? I don’t know… what I do know is that I need to end this ‘thing’ that we have going, and soon. I grabbed a can of Pepsi off the counter and was about to walk back into the living room when Jon walked into the kitchen.

“Look, Cole…” he began.

“No Jon… this needs to end. Patrick is getting suspicious and I bet Marie is too,” I replied, adding extra hatred to her name.

“What about me?” Marie interrupted, walking into the kitchen and wrapping her arm around Jon’s waist.

“Oh, I was just saying about how well you hit it off with my mom,” I replied with fake enthusiasm.

“…Oh, well thanks,” she replied.

“No problem,” I replied, shooting Jon a look of disgust before pushing past him once again, and making my way out of the kitchen.

“What’s her problem?” I heard Marie ask as I was leaving the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes. Like I honestly care about what that bitch thinks of me.