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.