Seventeen:

Sorry guys, it’s really short. But I didn’t really know what to do with this chapter.
Enjoy!

With my now empty plastic red cup in hand, I stumbled into the kitchen for a refill that I most likely didn’t need all too much. Since the Hawks had left two days ago for their season ending three game road trip, I had been doing a lot of partying with my friends that I had met in back in the day before I stopped going to college …quite possibly a little too much partying for my own good.

I grabbed a bottle of Captain Morgan off of the counter and immediately began filling my cup with it and an addition of Dr. Pepper. “Hey, can I help you with that?” Before I realized what was going on I felt an arm wrap around my waist and a muscular body press against my back as the smell of Axe filled my nostrils. I knew that voice. I hoped to God that I was wrong, but when I turned around all of my suspicions were confirmed. Standing in front of me was my ex-boyfriend, Will. I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to show up at my house and crash my party.

“Nah, I think I’ve got it from here, thanks,” I slurred as I set the Morgan on the counter and attempted to walk away without looking him in the eye. I couldn’t.

“Cole, you can’t avoid me all night, you know that right?” he asked with a slight laugh in his voice.

“Well, I can always try,” I replied as I stepped into the living room. “And besides, who invited you into my house anyway?”

“Well, actually, I invited myself.”

“Haha, I should have known,” I said with an eye roll. “You’re too much of a pussy to talk to me when we’re actually sober.”

“Hey, hey, easy now.” He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into my brother’s vacant room.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” I shouted as I attempted to open the door and leave.

“Wait, just talk to me,” he pleaded as he grabbed my hand. I looked into his green eyes that were now filled with some sort of sincerity and I sat down on Patrick’s bed and began sipping on my drink, knowing that if I didn’t deal with it now, I would have to eventually.

“Well, talk…” I began in an annoyed tone. I really didn’t have the patience for this.

“I’m really sorry for what I put you through, Cole. Honestly. I haven’t stopped thinking about what a dick I am since the day it happened.”

I wanted to believe him, I really did. But I couldn’t. Walking in on him and my best friend, Alexis, having sex was probably one of the hardest things to watch. Alexis craved the male attention more than anything, and when Will gave it to her, she turned on me, and convinced Will to turn on me as well.

That’s when I decided that I was over the immature drama that college, and the people in it brought, so I dropped out and moved in with my brother.

When I didn’t reply right away, I could tell that Will was becoming more and more uneasy as he began fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt. “Haha funny that you wait a year and a half to come and tell me how sorry you are. What? Did the girls stop giving it up to you because you gave yourself a bad rep? Too bad sweetie, `cuz you’re little desperate act isn’t going to phase me.”

“I-I’ll never do it again. I’m not like that anymore, babe.” he replied desperately.

“Save your cliché lines for the next girl that you plan on ruining `cuz I’m over you. I have a boyfriend now. So if you don’t mind, I’d like you to leave.” I replied coldy.

“You… you mean you are dating someone?” he asked.

“Yeah, never thought I would have gotten over you now would you?”

“Well… umm-”

“Will, honestly. Just go, please.” I begged.

“One day I will make this up to you Cole. I still love you.”

“We’ll see about that when you’re actually sober, sweetie. Now leave.” I stood up from my brother’s bed and sloppily followed him out of his bedroom door, into the living room, and watched him exit through the front door. I released a sigh.

What a night, eh?

Time for another drink, cheers!

Sixteen:

“Hello Jonathan,” she greeted him. She then noticed that I was standing next to him and shot a glance down to our hands, when I realized my fingers were still laced with Jon’s. “And Cole,” she added in a tone of hatred. I just stood there, not really knowing what to say.

“You never answered my question,” Jon replied quickly. He noticed my edginess, so he wrapped a secure arm around my waist.

“Oh,” she said sarcastically with a laugh, “why am I here?” she paused for a second, and directed her attention out of the opened front door. I decided to take a casual glance out the door as well. I noticed a guy approaching. Unruly blonde curls tucked under a hat, and a pair of sunglasses shielding his eyes. If I had known better, I would have thought it was my brother. He stepped through the doorway and shut the door behind him. What the fuck? It was my brother.

“Patrick,” I mumbled angrily, “I should have fucking known.”

“Patrick…? What the hell is this?” Jon asked, annoyance obvious in his tone.

I watched as my brother grabbed Marie by the hand, and placed a kiss on her cheek. If my jaw wasn’t on the floor beforehand, it definitely was now. “This is what I’d like to call, a ‘coming clean’ party,” He said with a slight edge of smugness in his voice.

“Oh, so there was no like, call, you just decided to show up, eh?” Jon asked.

“Pretty much,” Patrick replied.

Jon let out a sigh, “alright, well sit down.” He pointed over to the couches in his living room.

Right as I positioned myself on the couch, I spoke up. “So, what is this, Patrick? You and Marie?” I asked rudely.

“It’s called dating, Cole…” Marie replied smartly.

“Marie, here’s a tip for you… shut the fuck up and realize that I wasn’t talking to you in the first place, so we won’t have any future problems.”

“Oh you think you’re all tough, don’t you?” She asked.

“Honey, please. You should be scared of me if you know what’s good for you.”

“Excuse me?!” she exclaimed.

“You heard me,” I replied.

“Hey, hey,” Jon butted in, “easy now.”

We all sat in silence for a few minutes until Jon spoke up, “alright, since nobody’s going to say anything… I guess I will,” he paused and looked over at Marie, “soo… how can I put this…” he trailed off for a few more moments, “Marie… Cole and I, well, we had been having sex behind your back for… I don’t know… three months, before we broke up...”

“Three months?!” Patrick and Marie exclaimed at the same time.

Jon nodded and we all sat there for a few more moments in silence. “Well you know what Jonathan?” Marie asked. “Patrick and I had been fucking each other behind your back for a good three weeks before we broke up.”

I stared at Patrick in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?! Patrick, you fucking flipped out on me, when you were doing the exact same thing.”

He just sat there and smiled at me meekly.

“Wait… whoa, you knew Patrick… and you didn’t even tell me?” Marie asked exasperatedly.

Now it was Patrick’s turn to be the bad guy. “Uh… uhm, yeah… sorry baby.” He replied.

“Sorry? That’s all you have to say to me?!”

I honestly had to hold back a chuckle while watching this.

“Not right now, Marie,” he said through clenched teeth.

“No Patrick, go ahead. This is a coming clean party, remember?” I said smugly.

He just glared at me. “Okay, well I didn’t know about it the whole time. I caught them about a week or so before you guys broke up.”

“I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me, babe,” she pouted.

“Marie?” I asked.

“What?” she spat.

“Would you like me to wipe your tears away now or later?”

She just sat there glaring at me. I looked over at Jon who was chuckling to himself.

“Stop laughing, Jonathan!” she shouted.

“Sorry, it’s just… kind of funny...” he replied between chuckles.

“Oh and Marie…” I added.

“What?!” she shouted.

“You remember that one day that my parents had that little party at my house that you came to with Jon?”

“Yeah…” she replied with an eye roll.

“Well I fucked him upstairs in my bedroom during that party.”

“I hate you, Cole.”

“Good,” I replied with a smile. “You know what else?”

She sat there glaring at me.

“I don’t regret any of it. Hell, if you guys were still dating, I’d probably still be fucking him.”

She got up and furiously stomped her way over to me. I stood up. “You don’t scare me, Marie,” I said with a laugh.

“Okay Cole, lay off.” Patrick said.

“What? I’m just being honest, Patrick. After all, this was your idea.”

He rolled his eyes at me.

“So are you done trying to sabotage my life now? Or do you have any other ideas, Patty?” I asked.

“No. I’m done with you, Cole.” He stood up and grabbed Marie by the hand. “Let’s go.”

“Good.” I replied as I watched them walk out the front door.

“You know how much I love you?” Jon asked with a laugh as he stood up and wrapped me in a hug.

“No, how about you show me.” I hinted suggestively.

“Okay, follow me.” he grabbed me by the hand and led us back into his bedroom.

Fifteen:

I stood there watching him pace the kitchen, occasionally running a hand through his hair. “Pat, you know that you can talk to me,” I said in an attempt to soothe him. He looked over at me before releasing a sigh. I stood there for a moment before walking over to him and placing my hands on his shoulders, “what’s wrong?”

He lightly wrapped his hands around my waist, “Cole,” he hesitated for a minute, “your brother is threatening to send you home… which I’m guessing you probably already know that…”

“Yes, I do.” I replied.

“An-and, too many people here don’t want to see you leave… including me.”

“So…” I paused, “what are you getting at?”

He exhaled heavily, “you should break up with Jon.”

I shook from his grasp, “I can’t do that. I finally have the chance to actually be with him and now my brother has to ruin everything by telling everyone he knows to get us to break up. No. Sorry Patrick, he can go ahead and try to send me home, because I’m not going to do it.”

“You really like him that much?” he asked.

“Yeah I do.”

We stood there in silence for a moment, “well I’m only looking out for your best interest Cole, I don’t want to see him hurt you again.” He said as he snaked an arm around my waist.

“Well thanks for that, but I think everything is okay now.”

“Okay, well know that I am always here… even if you do end up moving…”

It looked like the still had more to say to me, but I didn’t push it. “Thanks Pat.” His grip around my waist tightened so I laced my arms around his neck. And after a minute or two, we broke apart and re-entered the living room. Adam was sitting up on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV screen. “Hey,” I greeted him as Patrick and I sat on either side of him. “Hello,” he replied.

“So, how are you feeling this morning?” I joked.

“Just lovely,” He said sarcastically.

“Oh I bet,” I said with a laugh.

When I heard footsteps on the stairs, I knew that my brother was making his way down. He entered the living room, “hey boys,” he said, making it obvious that he was still pissed at me. I rolled my eyes before standing up and heading upstairs into my room. I grabbed my cell phone off of my bedside table.

1 new text message.

Hey babe, the teams leaving on a road trip tonight, so I wanted to see you before I leave. Call me.

“Hey,” he greeted me on the second ring.

“Hey babe.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just about to hop in the shower to come see you.” I replied.

“Hey that’s what I was about to do, why don’t you just come over and join me. It’ll save water.” He joked.

“Haha funny.”

“Aw, come on babe, you don’t wanna shower with me?”

“Not really.” I joked.

“Oh, you’ll be making up for that when you come over.”

“Really? How is that?” I asked with a laugh.

“You’ll just have to see…”

“Alright, well the sooner I can get ready, the sooner you get to punish me.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll see you in a few.”

“Alright,” I laughed. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

Fifteen minutes later, I stepped out of the shower and quickly readied myself. I grabbed my phone and purse before heading downstairs, telling Adam and Sharpie goodbye, and getting into my car.

When I pulled into Jon’s driveway, I got out of my car, and invited myself inside his apartment. “Hey,” I called from the doorway. No reply. I stepped out of my shoes and entered his living room. I looked around and I noticed that his bedroom door was closed; I walked over and opened it. “Jon?” I questioned from the doorway. He stepped out of his closet with just a towel wrapped snugly around his waist. He smiled smugly as he watched my eyes roaming over his muscular chest. “Hey,” he greeted me before making his way over to me and placing a quick kiss on my lips. “Hey,” I replied. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into his closet with him while he finished picking out an outfit to put on. “So… what did you do last night?” He asked me.

“Well Pat had a bunch of people over… so I just hung out with them all night.”

“Haha figures he wouldn’t invite me.”

“Yeah, whatever. What did you do?”

“I spent the majority of the night at the gym, but I came home, showered, watched some TV, and went to bed.” He replied while grabbing a pair of jeans out of a drawer and leading me out into his bedroom.

“Ah, building up that stamina I hope.” I joked.

“Please…” he said sarcastically, ”I could go all night.”

“Haha right.” I said with a laugh.

“You really want to test me right now?” he asked.

“It’s a possibility.” I replied with a smirk.

He just shook his head at me, while attempting a ‘disappointed face.’

I sat down on his bed and watched him as put his clothes on. Enjoying the view, I might add. Once finished, he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me off of his bed. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he asked: “So… what’s the plan for today?”

“Well that depends on what your in the mood for…” I replied with a wink.

“Hm… I am going to be gone for five days…”

“What are you hinting at here?” I teased as I slowly pressed my lips to his.

“Oh I’m not hinting at anything,” he said, running a hand along my thigh.

I slowly backed up, the backs of my legs quickly finding the edge of his mattress. I fell back and pulled him on top of me. I began pulling his shirt off when I heard his front door open. We stopped what we were doing, recomposed ourselves, and Jon grabbed my hand as I cautiously followed him out into his living room. I gazed in shock when I realized who was standing in the doorway.

“Marie… what are you doing here?” Jon asked.

Fourteen:

I hastily handed Jon his phone back and pulled out my own. I really don’t know who the fuck my brother thought he was trying to boss me around like that, but all I knew was that he wasn’t getting away with it. I scrolled through my contact list and clicked ‘call’ when my brother’s name showed on the screen. “What Cole?” he snapped as he answered the phone.

“Wow, uh that’s a nice greeting…” I began.

“Well honestly, I don’t really want to talk to you right now,” he replied rudely.

“Well honestly,” I imitated in a mimicking tone, “I don’t really give a fuck. Who the hell do you think you are? I can do whatever the fuck I want without your permission.”

“Oh are you all pissed because you and Jon can’t be together?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Says who?” I asked smugly.

“Me.”

“Haha, that’s funny. I’m nineteen, a legal adult. Who are you to tell me what to fucking do? You’re my brother… not my dad, remember that Patrick.”

“Uh I can, if you want a roof over your head.”

“You’re honestly gonna hold that over my head?”

“You bet.” He replied simply.

“And you don’t think that I have other friends that I can live with?”

“Haha, I’d love to see that happen. Have fun paying bills and actually getting a job.”

“Fuck you.” I then heard the dial tone. That fucking dick hung up on me. I sighed and set my phone on the table. “Well that was successful...” I said sarcastically.

A few moments later, my phone began to annoyingly vibrate on the table. I rolled my eyes when I noticed the message was from Patrick.

You think I’m fucking bluffing Cole? Break things off with Jon, or I really will send you back home.

“Jon…” I paused for a moment, “are you 110% positive that you want to be with me?”

“Of course… why?”

“Because things are about to get ugly…” I replied.

Haha, funny joke Patty. What? Are you gonna force me on the damn plane?

If that’s what it takes…

Here’s a tip for you: stop constantly hovering over me, and take things for what their worth. Or in simpler words: get the fuck over yourself.

No.

Whatever dude, I’m done talking to you.

And to think that everything was going to finally be okay.

I guess I was wrong.

“Jon, can you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Yeah sure babe, what?”

“Take me home.”

He nodded as we both got to our feet. We paid and tipped the waitress before heading out of the restaurant and into his car. I sat down in the passengers seat as I heard him start his car. He placed his hand on my thigh and I watched him pull out of the parking lot and into the street.

Within fifteen minutes, we had pulled into my driveway. I began getting out of his car, when he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into a quick kiss. “Don’t worry, everything’s gonna be okay.” I nodded and forced a weak smile before heading inside and straight up to my room, knowing that Patrick would probably be walking in the door at any minute. I laid down on my bed and quickly fell asleep.

*

I woke up a few hours later when I heard a commotion downstairs. I reluctantly stumbled out of bed and made my way downstairs and into the kitchen where the loud banging continued. “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked while attempting to rub the remainder of sleep from my eyes.

“I’m making food… what does it look like?”

“Well sorry,” I paused and rolled my eyes, “asshole.” I added almost silently as I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room to watch TV.

“Hey, I’m having some friends over tonight. So either go upstairs and put some clothes on, or leave.” He called to me from the kitchen. I looked down at my apparel, a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top.

I rolled my eyes once more before heading upstairs, straight to the bathroom, and into the shower. Soon after, I hopped out and readied myself for the guests that Pat was having over. I wasn’t exactly sure who was all going to show up, but I assumed the majority would be his teammates and their girlfriends.

An hour or so later, I headed downstairs and noticed that quite a few people had already arrived. I scanned the room for a familiar face, and immediately noticed Kris Versteeg stationed in the corner with a plastic cup in his hand. “Hey Kris,” I said when I made my way over to him.

“Hey Cole, how are you?”

“Great,” I lied, “and you?”

“I’m doing good.”

“Well that’s good. So, do you know whose all coming tonight?” I asked, hoping to hear Jon’s name.

“Uhm, no… actually I don’t,” he said with a slight chuckle.

“Haha oh okay.”

We made small-talk for the next half hour or so, until I decided to head into the kitchen to get a drink and see who was all hanging out in there. When I stepped through the door, I saw Adam Burish, Patrick Sharp, Duncan Keith, and Brent Seabrook all lined around the counter filling their cups with alcohol that they probably didn’t need all that much. “Hey boys,” I announced, as I joined them around the counter.

They all greeted me, and we all talked for a few minutes until Brent and Duncan headed into the living room to talk to some other guys. Adam, Patrick and I remained in the kitchen for the next hour or so, as the alcohol kept flowing.

“Alright guys, I think I’m going to head back into the living room…” I said as I stumbled my way over to the doorway.

“Cole, don’t even bother looking for him, cuz he’s not here.” Sharpie called from behind me. I immediately stopped and turned around. “I didn’t plan on looking for him anyway, I figured he wouldn’t show up.”

“Okay, just letting you know.” He said innocently as I stepped out of the doorway and into the living room. The floor had transformed into a dance floor, full of intoxicated bodies like my own, and so I decided to make my way into the middle of it. As soon as I did, I felt a pair of arms around my waist. I looked up to see Kris standing behind me with a grin on his face. I figured he was probably intoxicated, so I didn’t really bother pushing him off of me. We danced to a few songs before heading up into my room and talking for a few hours, before passing out.

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. I looked to the opposite side of the bed to see Kris was still passed out. I chuckled to myself as I rolled out of bed and grabbed the Motrin from the cupboard in the bathroom. I headed downstairs to see who was still here from the night previous. The usual, Sharp, Burish, and Seabrook passed out on the couches in the living room, like I figured. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and took the Motrin before heading back out into the living room and watching some TV.

An hour or two later, Sharpie began groaning on the couch. I looked over in his direction, his eyes were shut, and he was rubbing his temples. “Rough night?” I joked.

“Oh, don’t even get me started…” he said as he sat up.

I let out a slight laugh, “I feel you, don’t worry.” I then focused my attention back to the TV.

“Hey, uh, do you think I could talk to you for a minute, Cole?” Sharpie asked me a few moments later.

“Yeah sure.” I said as I shot him a quizzical look, before standing up and following him into the kitchen.

Thirteen:

Yay for an update:D

My phone began obnoxiously ringing on my bedside table. I picked it up and looked at the caller-ID. Jon.

“Hello?”

“Hey babe, I just got outta practice. Do you want me to come over?”

“I do… but what about Pat?”

“Oh right…” he paused for a minute, “well do you want to come over here then?”

“Yeah sure. I’ll leave in a couple minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a few.”

I then hung up, took a quick shower, and after briefly readying myself, I headed out of my house and into the driveway, where Patrick had just pulled in. “Hey,” he greeted me, “where are you going?”

“Uh, I’m going to meet some friends for lunch…” I lied.

“Oh okay.” He replied.

I then hopped in my car. After a quick fifteen-minute ride, I pulled into Jon’s driveway. I got out of my car and headed up to his door and invited myself in. “Hey, I’m here.” I called from the doorway. He then stepped into the foyer where I was taking my shoes off. Shirtless, I might add.

“Hey,” he greeted me before coming over and placing a kiss on my lips. “Hey sexy. No shirt, eh? I’m liking it.”

“Yeah, new look I thought I’d try it out… I’m glad you approve,” he joked. He then grabbed me by the hand and led me into his living room. After sitting on his couch for a few minutes silently, I decided to speak up.

“So… what’s going on between us?”

He let out a slight sigh, before placing his hand on my thigh. “Honestly Cole, I don’t really know. All I know is that I want to be with you.”

“And I want to be with you.” I replied simply.

“Then it’s as easy as that…”

“Not exactly,” I replied.

“Why?” he asked me.

“My brother…”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him...”

“Yeah, well won’t it be weird when you’re not going out and getting laid every other night with him?”

“Who said I can’t still do that?” he joked.

I punched him in the arm. “Excuse me?”

“Kidding babe, kidding.”

I let out a slight laugh, “so, what are you going to do about that?”

“Well…” he sat there for a minute; “I guess I’ll just cross that bridge when it comes…”

“Good luck with that.”

“Thanks,” he replied.

After sitting around for a few hours and watching TV, we decided to go get some lunch. Once we walked into the restaurant, I noticed it was packed and everyone was eyeing Jon and I. I noticed as groups of people… mainly girls, would shoot a look in our direction and began whispering to their friends, and glare at me with looks of jealousy. Ugh, the joys of going out in public with a hockey player. The hostess led us to a secluded table in the far back of the restaurant. And right as we sat down, a group of fifteen-year-old girls came over to us. “Oh my God, can we get your autograph?!” they asked excitedly.

“Uh… sure.” He replied kindly.

“Who’s she?” one of the group asked, pointing to me.

“My girlfriend. Why?”

“Oh… just wondering…” she replied, while staring at me with a look of envy.

After the irritating group disappeared, we placed our orders. A few moments later, the front door opened. I glanced toward the doorway and immediately recognized who stepped through the door. Patrick Sharp, Adam Burish, …and my brother. Just my luck that they would show up at the time that I would be out to lunch with Jon, right?

“You’re not going to believe this…” I began.

“What?” he asked.

“My brother, Adam, and Patrick just walked in the door…”

“What?!” he asked quizzically while whipping his head around to catch a glimpse of them talking with the hostess.

“Yeah…”

“Oh my Gawd girls… Jonathan Toews, Patrick Kane and Sharp in one day! This is too good to be true!” One of the annoying fifteen year olds exclaimed as she noticed who had stepped through the doorway.

Sharpie overheard what the girls were saying “Jonathan Toews? Uh, you mean Adam Burish?” he asked while pointing to Adam.

“No, Jonny is sitting over there,” another one of the girls said, and pointed over to where we were sitting.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Busted.” I whispered.

“Uh, lets make up a story here… uh, we met to, uhm, talk about…” Jon rambled on anxiously as Patrick, Patrick and Adam approached us. “Shut up,” I whispered, “they’re here.” I looked up at Patrick who was glaring at me.

“Oh hey guys…” I greeted them weakly.

“Cole, come here for a second.” Patrick demanded.

I stood up from booth and walked over to where he was standing. He grabbed me by the wrist and began leading me to the opposite side of the restaurant. “What are you doing here with him?” he spat.

“He called me and asked me to meet him up here because he needed to talk to me, but thanks to you guys showing up, I don’t know what he wanted to talk to me about.”

“Cole, seriously, if he’s trying to get back with you… I’m going to kick his ass.”

“I doubt it Patrick, come on.”

“Whatever, I don’t want to be here anymore anyway, I lost my appetite.”

“Wow, don’t get all pissy about it.”

He rolled his eyes, “Patrick, Adam, let’s go. I don’t wanna eat here anymore.” He called over to them.

They both had confused looks on their faces as they stood up from the booth and made their way over to my brother, and out the front door.

I then made my way back over to Jon and told him the conversation that I had just had with my brother.

“Fuck, I’m going to get an earful the next time I see him…” he said.

“Oh well… lets not worry about him right now.” I replied.

Jon’s phone vibrated on the table signaling that he had a text message. He opened his phone and read it. He then looked up at me with a look of concern.

“What?” I asked.

He held out his phone for me to grab. I took it out of his hand and read the message.

If I catch you with my sister again, I will send her back to Buffalo… for good.

Twelve:

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I replied as I took a seat on a lounging chair across from them.

“Oh don’t even give me that,” Jon said as he folded his arms across his chest.

I didn’t even know what to say… all I knew was that I did not want my brother finding out. “I didn’t do anything with Patrick last night, Jon.” I said, faking honesty.

“Really now? How about you, uhh pull your hair back and show us your neck then?”

Fuck. He got me. “…My neck?”

“Yeah,” he replied smugly.

“You’re crazy,” I said, postponing what I was asked to do for as long as I could.

“Hmm, how about you prove it then…”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

He then began chuckling to himself.

“What are you laughing at?” I spat at him.

“I just think that its funny that you are trying to deny something that is so obvious. Cole, just give it up.”

“What? I didn’t do anything,” I said, shooting him a glare.

“Okay, until you guys solve your little argument… I’m not going to listen to what either of you have to say.” My brother interrupted with an eye roll. “I’m going home. I’ll see you guys later.” He then stood up and walked out the front door.

“Jon… I really don’t get you… one day you’re like begging to have me, and the next your trying to cause all of this drama. How about you make up your mind?” I proposed, aggravation apparent in my tone.

“Oh, whatever Cole, you’re just as bad as I am.” He replied.

“What?!” I exclaimed. “How so?”

“You’re a fucking tease and you know it.”

“I’m a tease…? Honestly Jon...”

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Wow, I’m so done with this conversation.” I stood up and began making my way to the font door when he grabbed me by the hand. “I highly suggest you don’t do that.” He said huskily.
I really looked at him for the first time in a few weeks; his brown hair was spiked just the way I liked it … and the look on his face was completely undeniable. His gorgeousness was like a trap, I swear to God. “Why is that?”

“Because we still have some unfinished business…”

I rolled my eyes, “yeaah okaay.” I then released myself from his grasp. I walked over to the door and slid my feet into my shoes. He came up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist. “I know that you don’t want to leave,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. I really didn’t want to give in to him, but I couldn’t help myself. I turned around, “oh, do you now?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“And what if you are wrong?”

“I’m not though,” he said confidently.

We were then interrupted by Sharpie making his way down the stairs, “oh hey guys,” he looked from me, to Jon, and back at me again. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Oh no,” I replied innocently.

“Alright, well I think I’m going to head home. I’ll see you later?” he asked, while coming over and wrapping me in a hug.

“Yeah, sure.” I replied while placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Bye Jon,” he said before stepping out of the door and closing it behind him.

I focused my attention back to Jon, who was glaring at me with a look of jealousy. “What?” I asked simply.

He grabbed me by the hand once again and led me to his bedroom. Once in, he shut the door behind us, locked it, walked over to me and placed his hands on my hips. “You don’t know how sick I am of your little games…” he began. He then picked me up, placed me on his bed, positioning himself on top of me.

“I think they’re kind of fun…” I joked while strategically flipping him on his back, so now I was straddling him.

“Oh,” he said. “I’m sure you do,” he then began rubbing my upper thighs.

I wanted him badly, and he knew it, I could tell by the look on his face. He knew that he had me won over. The temptation was killing me, but I knew that if I made the first move, he would have won. My phone began ringing in my back pocket, which brought me out of my thoughts. I pulled it out and looked at the caller-ID.

Adam Burish.

“Who is it?” he asked, his voice filled with frustration.

“Adam,” I replied.

“Dude, he’s like downstairs or something. Just call him back later,” he pleaded.

“What if its important?” I teased.

“He can leave a message, can’t he?”

“Hmm, I don’t know… maybe I should just answer it…”

He then grabbed the phone out of my hand and answered it. “Dude, she’s gonna have to call you back,” he said, and immediately hung up, placing it on his bedside table.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“Like I said… we have some unfinished business,” he said as he slid his hands up my thighs, reaching for the button and the zipper. I didn’t stop him as he completely undressed me. Hell, I even helped him undress himself. I can regret this later, I kept telling myself, and then I felt him enter me and I completely lost my train of thought.

I rolled off of him and lay there for a few minutes. The only sound in the room was of our heavy breathing.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, shooting out of bed, “I have to be to practice in fifteen minutes.” He then pulled me out of his bed. “What do you want me to do about it?” I asked him.

“Well I’m getting in the shower, and having you in there would make things a little more enjoyable…” he said, while placing a kiss on my lips and dragging me into the bathroom with him.

After our shower, we redressed ourselves and I grabbed my phone and the rest of my belongings from around the house. I then headed out to the front door and noticed he was standing there waiting for me. “I’ll call you later okay?” he said while placing a kiss on my lips.

“Alright.” I paused for a minute, “you know... we really need to talk about things…” I trailed off.

“Yeah I know, and we will.” He grabbed me by the hand and we walked out of his apartment together. After another kiss, we parted ways. He got in his car, and I got in mine and headed home.

Eleven:

Many un-replied texts, ignored phone calls, and days of avoidance later, I found myself on the way to a party, dressed to impress, with Patrick Sharp, …which consequently happened to be at Jon’s apartment.

Not too long after, I confidently stepped through the door with Sharpie on my arm. We immediately made a beeline to the kitchen to grab some drinks and we soon found ourselves on the living room floor. His arms fastened around my waist, and my hands laced around his neck, grinding to the music that was blaring. Showing up to a party with Sharp wasn’t my idea to make Jon envious… or at least that’s what I kept telling myself, although throughout the night I kept shooting glances around the room to see if Jon was in view.

Once our cups were empty, we made our way through the packs of sweaty bodies and into the kitchen for a refill. My brother had just showed up. After his quick greeting, he immediately filled his cup and headed to the ‘dance floor’ to claim his piece of ass for the night.

Throughout the night, the drinks kept flowing and our chemistry… or the urge for sex increased. So, Patrick and I found our way into the vacant bathroom, his pants around his ankles and my skirt up around my waist. Yeah, so maybe having sex in the bathroom at a party isn’t the best idea, considering the amount of drunken people with full bladders who constantly bang on the door, demanding entrance.

After our quickie was over, I pulled down my skirt and covered my growing hickeys with my hair, as he pulled up his pants, and we quickly exited the bathroom and made our way into the kitchen once more.

Right when we stepped through the doorway, I noticed a couple, stationed in the corner about two feet away from us making out. I blew it off and began to fill my glass until I heard a voice that sounded awfully familiar. I casually glanced over in their general direction and noticed that Jon was with some puck-bunny. Anger surged through my body. So this is how he wants to play, eh? I grabbed Patrick by the hand and pulled my hair behind my ears, revealing the many vibrant hickeys along my neck and collarbone. “Mm Patty, I think I’m ready for round two,” I said seductively while leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips. I then took a quick glance into Jon’s direction to see that he was standing there with a look of sheer jealousy plastered on his face. I could tell that his little plan to make me jealous backfired on him big-time. “Jon what’s wrong?” the slut asked him while desperately attempting to kiss him.

He then pushed her off of him. “Uhm… nothing,” he replied in a completely dubious tone, “I just want some privacy.” He said while glaring at me.

The girl caught on and focused her attention to my direction, “uhm, is there something going on here?” She asked rudely.

“No,” I replied simply. “You can have him, we just kind of have a history together... that’s all. But there’s nothing to worry about sweetie, it’s all in the past.” And with that, I grabbed my full cup of alcohol off of the counter and led Patrick back into the living room once more, without even looking back.

**

I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar room. The sunlight trickling in through the windows triggered my hangover that I was hoping to avoid. Rubbing my temples, I looked to the opposite side of the bed to see a very naked Sharpie, which caused me to look down at myself… naked. So we did go for round two… I then quickly re-dressed myself and headed out into the living room of a house that I was soon to find out was Jon’s. I stepped through the doorway and noticed my brother and Jon were positioned on the couch whispering to one another. They then broke out into a fit of laughter. I loudly cleared my throat, not caring if I woke up Brent Seabrook and Adam Burish who were passed out of the floor together.

“Oh hey Cole,” Jon began in a smug tone. “I was just about to tell your brother what you were doing with Sharpie last night… would you care to sit down and join us?”