Nineteen:

To be honest, I don’t know what kept me sitting there. Maybe it was the way he looked at me when I spoke, or maybe it was the attention being received that I had been striving for. Either way I ended making up some bullshit story about my ‘sort of ex-boyfriend’ that he seemed to buy… for the time being at least.

Throughout the night, he really seemed to buy the lonely card that I had been playing as he placed a gentle hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. I took in his scent, Old Spice body wash with a slight hint of some sort of delicious smelling cologne. Before casually glancing around me to make sure that Jon was still wrapped up in his crowd of sluts, I slid my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. This guy was truly gorgeous. But… as much as I was digging this guy, part of me wished that Jon would come over and pull me away from him, while claiming that I was ‘his girl’ or something like that.

I don’t know what came over me, but I shot another look at Jon who was standing on the side of the dance floor, and noticed the goofy smile he had plastered on his face as he was in the middle of a conversation with Kris and a few random girls, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

I looked back over at Ericsson, and sent him a sensitive smile as I gently unwrapped my arms from around his neck, grabbed my glass off of the bar table, and took a long swig. I think he could sense my sudden change of behavior as he slowly took his hand off of my lower back. I wanted this guy, and bad… but I couldn’t hold that on my conscience.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in the sweetest tone of curiosity.

“Umm… I just- just don’t feel well,” I stuttered while grabbing a pen and a napkin off of the table. While jotting my number down, I looked up at him once more. His face shown of a hint of suspicion mixed with disappointment. “Here’s my number. Call me sometime, alright?”

“Will do,” he replied simply as I began walking away and onto the dance floor. I glanced around, noticing the majority of the Hawks, but no Jon in sight. Seeing as the last person I saw him with was Kris, I pushed through the sweaty bodies and made my way over to him.

“Where’s Jon?!” I shouted over the pulsating music.

“Uh, he’s… well, he’s not here right now… but dance with me!” he said in an attempt to change the subject while grabbing my hips and pulling me into him.

“Well where is he?!” I asked with anger apparent in my tone.

“Umm…” I didn’t even let him finish before I interrupted.

“You’re no help, you asshole. I’m going to ask someone else.” I pulled away from him and began making my way over to Patrick Sharp when he grabbed my by the wrist.

“No, no, no, no, you can’t do that… don’t go talk to them.”

“Then tell me where my boyfriend is, before I embarrass you in public.”

“Okay, okay, he left with another girl…”

Anger surged through my veins, as I grabbed Kris by the collar on his shirt. “And you let him?!”

“I’m sorry Cole! I really am!” he shouted.

“Ugh you disgust me Kris, walk away now before you regret it.”

“Sorry Hun I didn’t mean to.”

“Whatever,” I replied while walking over to Sharpie who was standing with Burish, Sopel, and Seabrook.

“Since my boyfriends a cock-sucking douche bag, which one of you guys is taking me home tonight!?” I asked in a somewhat sarcastic matter.

After receiving four wide-eyed stares, Patrick offered to take me back to the hotel, since the Limo driver left… probably with Jon and his one-night stand.

We hailed a taxi and made our way to the hotel. While standing in the elevator with him, I glanced over at him. His shirt was pretty tight to his ripped body and his hair looked perfectly gelled back. I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into me. “You know… it’s been a while…” I said, while he placed his lips against mine.

“Indeed it has,” he replied while sliding his hands to my ass and picking me up. We began making out until we heard the ding of the elevator. He put me down and walked me to my room. Hoping and praying that when I walked in I wouldn’t see something I didn’t want to, I reluctantly slid the key through the slot and quietly opened the door.

“Well,” Patrick said while clearing his throat, “I guess I’ll see you later?”

“Sure,” I replied while placing another lengthy kiss on his lips.

I quietly made my way through the living room, nobody. Bathroom, nobody. Kitchen, nobody. And lastly, the bedroom… I walked over to the door, adrenaline pumping and quickly opened it…