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Chapter 3
Lexi’s POV
The rest of my week was painfully boring. Nothing was out of the ordinary, and I liked it when things were out of the ordinary. Everything was going well in my classes. For once since I didn’t have a lot of friends yet, I was actually getting good grades. My cell phone rang and I jumped on it, wondering if Jon was actually ever going to call me. Instead, it was just my older sister.
“Hey Sarah.” I answered, Out of all of my siblings, I was probably closest to Sarah, the second oldest.
“How are you doing in the cold? Don’t you wish you never left Florida?” Sarah answered trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice. My whole family graduated from the University of Florida and every one still lived in Florida, all less than an hour driving distance from each other. Except for me, of course.
“Sar, let’s not get into this now. So what happened?” I asked. I knew Sarah never just called to chat, there had to be a reason.
“I am beginning to think that John doesn’t want to marry. I mean, we’ve been dating for five years, and the topic hasn’t even come up!” She said and I could hear the frustration in her voice rising.
I couldn’t help but laugh; I have no idea why Sarah wants to get settled down so fast. I think it’s fun every night to go to a club and see how hot of a guy I can pick up. “Sarah, you are just twenty-five. Maybe he doesn’t want to rush things.” I tried to explain even though I knew it would go through one ear and out another. Sarah was ready to be married at twenty-two. If I ever found a man, he would have to drag me down the aisle kicking and screaming.
“But I can practically hear my organs screaming at me to have a child! By the time we get married, I’ll be the creepy old woman with the three year old!” She shrieked.
“Getting married in two years and having a kid at thirty is normal! That’s what most people do in life. And I still think that’s too damn early!” I said trying to calm her down.
“Isabella got married first, like she’s supposed to do because she’s the oldest. She got married at twenty-five and I remember thinking that’s so old. And when she just had Adam this year, at twenty-seven, I made a promise to myself to be younger! But it’s going to go out of order! It looks like Ben is going to propose to Sabrina with the way she talks!” Sarah yelled on the verge of tears.
“Oh ouch. That will cause so much more drama in our family. Samantha will feel like she has nobody with her twin getting married.” I said sighing.
“And then Meredith will want to get more serious with Steve because Mason is very serious with Melissa. You know, he’s already bought a ring?” Sarah said explaining all of my sibling’s situations.
“Why would Mason want to bring another girl in his life? I mean with six sisters he already wants to shoot himself.” My parents didn’t believe in condoms.
“And Melissa is a bitch when she gets drunk.” Sarah pointed out.
“Well, we are all a bitch when we get drunk, so we can’t hold that against her. But I mean he’s a senior in college, not necessary!” I said.
Sarah sighed. “We all have our lives planned out. Except you of course.” She said kindly. Sarah didn’t mean to be mean; she was just a very blunt person.
“I do have my life planned out, I’m going to be an equestrian vet. You know that.” I defended myself.
“Oh yeah, Mom wants me to let you know that they can ship Rain up soon. But I mean your romantic life planned out.” Sarah said. I did a happy dance. Rain, my best friend, was finally going to be able to come up to Chicago! Since I was part of the equestrian program, Northwestern let me keep my horse at the barn.
“Right now Sarah, I am perfectly happy reading romance novels and eating chocolates.” I explained.
“But don’t you want to feed the beast?” Sarah asked.
I laughed. “Trust me, I have fed the beast.”
Sarah sighed, “I have to go now, John is home. Maybe some hot sex will make him propose to me!” She said excitedly.
I winced. “Didn’t need to know that.”
“Ciao!” She yelled before hanging up. My family was just one big gossiper after another. It was a Friday afternoon so I scheduled myself with no classes. Back in Florida, I would have been laying on the roof with my girls sunbathing. Maybe even driving to the beach to pick up some hot surfer guys. Not sitting alone in the chair of my dorm room. I couldn’t jut sit around here. Hm, what to do? Maybe I could go for a run? What do you wear to go running in Chicago though? Just the thought of walking outside to the cold weather made me want to sit my butt here. I pulled out some of my nail polish. I finally decided on painting half of them green and half of them purple. Trying to paint my nails made me remember how much I suck at painting them. I had nail polish all over the corners of my toes with no nail polish remover. Normally on a sucky day like this, I would go get some ice cream and cry on Tess shoulder. But today I was forced to deal with it myself. I couldn’t live my life like this, I had to do something! Music. Music always helps with everything. I turned on my radio and started swinging my hips around. I grabbed a pair of scissors and trimmed my side bangs and the loose ends of my hair. Then, I took extra time to straighten my hair and do an amazing make over. Doing this when I was in a bad mood used to cheer me up, but then I realized that I had nowhere to go. That thought almost made me more depressed. I wiped the tear that was rolling down the cheek; I wasn’t going to sit here crying.
“What are you doing?” My roommate Tabitha asked staring at me. This time her hair was black with pink highlights and a bob cut.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming back this time.” I joked.
She shrugged. “I had to come back, I was running out of clean bra’s.” She said still staring at me.
“Yeah, clean bras are important.” I said laughing softly.
I won’t be here for long, “I’m going out with some friends. I should be back tomorrow morning.”
“Have fun.” I said meekly.
The pathetic tone of my voice must have carried out to her. “You could uh, come with us if you want.” Tabitha said awkwardly. My phone began buzzing again and I picked it up. Maybe John had finally proposed to Sarah. Instead it was an unknown number, Man, I hope Tess was just kidding when she said if I didn’t find a boyfriend soon, that she would write my number on the wall of a truck stop. Almost fearfully, I picked it up.
“Hello?” I said.
“Alexa?” I heard a familiar voice ask. No one called me Alexa but him.
“Jonny!’ I said excitedly.
“Jonathan.” He corrected gruffly.
I rolled my eyes. “So what has you calling?”
“Uh, remember we were discussing about going to get coffee or something? How about going out to breakfast. Tomorrow, eh?”
“Sure, eh.” I laughed teasing him.
“It’s because I’m from Canada!” Jonny defended himself laughing.
“Brrrrrrrrr.” I said. I couldn’t imagine living in the wintry depths of Canada. I can barely survive through the fall of Chicago.
“How about the Golden Nugget Pancake House?” Jonny asked.
I couldn’t help but giggle at the name of the restaurant. “Alright, but those pancakes better be golden.”
I got him to laugh again; I should be getting a gold medal for this.
“I can pick you up at 7:30.” Jon declared.
Of course, the guy I like is causing me to get up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning. He doesn’t need to know that I wouldn’t do this for any one else. “Yeah, sure.”
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Jonathan said before hanging up. I sat there baffled; apparently Jonny didn’t like talking on the phone much. Meanwhile, I could talk all night long if some one gave me the opportunity. Tabitha looked at me confused, probably because I was sitting there smiling like an idiot. I don’t think Tabitha gets the point of smiling. “I can’t go out with you tonight.” I said trying to keep my smile from growing; I didn’t want to seem like a jerk.
Tabitha shrugged. “Alright. That sucks.” She said before walking out of the room. I checked my phone, even though it’s nine o’clock, I should go to bed! The only way I can get up at 6:30 is if I get lots of sleep, lots and lots and lots of sleep! I jumped out of my chair and towards my bed. I fell over some particle and lunged forward, falling on my face. I groaned and rubbed my head, maybe I really should clean my room like Jonny said.
I woke up the next morning to my alarm clock blaring. I expected it to be 6:30, but instead it was 7:15! Crap! I leaped out of bed and onto the floor, searching for something clean to wear. Finally, a settled on a skirt from Hollister ( http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10251&catalogId=10201&productId=590691&langId=-1&categoryId=12595&parentCategoryId=12552&colorSequence=02 ). Then I remembered how Jonathan had thought I was crazy for wearing “summer” clothing in the fall, so I put on a pair of black leggings underneath. In Florida, that skirt would have been fine I thought grudgingly. I paired that with a matching red tank top (http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/product_10251_10201_567625_-1_12607_12552 ) and ruined the whole look with sneakers. What can I say, Hollister is big in Florida. Plus, I couldn’t afford a “winter wardrobe.” I put on a white sweatshirt and looked at my hair, it was wavy and still the red mess. I groaned, there was no time to straighten it, I was stuck with this. Of course, then he knocked on the door. Ten minutes early. No time for make up. At 7:20 in the morning. I threw open the door breathlessly. Jonathan was wearing a pair of jeans and a simple, red Chicago Blackhawk’s sweatshirt.
“Hey, we’re matching.” I said breathlessly referring that we were both wearing red.
His smile turned into a frown. “Did you forget?” He asked.
“Of course not!” I gasped. Great, now he thinks I don’t care. “I just don’t get up well early. I’m more of a night person.”
Jonathan shrugged, “I’m more of a morning person.” I couldn’t help but giggle, another difference. Jon stared at me for a little before finally smiling a little. “You like nice without make-up running down your face.”
I grinned broadly. “Why thank you.”
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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Chapter 2
Jonathan’s POV
My alarm clock went off exactly at 6:30 and I hit it immediately, eager to start another day. I didn’t have to go anywhere until 11:30, but it was nice to get an early start off to a day. I took a cold shower like every morning. Showers were not supposed to be relaxing or a time to think, they are strictly for the purpose of good personal hygiene. There is no point of using hot water then, it just makes you want to stand there even longer and waste even more time. The only time I took warm showers were after games, so my muscles didn’t go from extreme heat to extreme cold, causing them to bunch up. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked down to my kitchen. There was nothing better then getting up every morning and seeing the beautiful view of Chicago. I poured my organic granola and sat down at the bar with a pad of paper. I carefully planned out my day, having to make changes often to it. Today was a game day; I had to make sure everything went perfectly right. If even one little thing went wrong or was out of time, the whole day would be ruined. I went to my coffee maker to have my daily cup of plain black coffee with no abs-ruining sugar or cream in it. There was none left. See, something as easy as this could wreck my game tonight. I sighed and tried to think what I could do. I finally came up with a solution; I can go to the small and quiet coffee shop down the corner. To make this fit into my schedule, I ripped up my previous sheet and carefully planned it again. I sat down on the couch with my clipboard and watched the DVR of the pre-season game last night and wrote down everything that we have to improve on before the season starts. Sure, the guys make fun of me and call me “Captain Serious”, but some one needs to do it and they appreciate it. After about an hour or two of starting and pausing the game, I finally finished. I looked at the short list satisfied, this was going to be a great season, and I just know it. It was time to go get my coffee, so I went into my room to change. I got down the white pressed shirt and the dark jeans that I hung up the night before. There’s nothing worse than rushing around in the morning, so I always get everything done the night before for a smooth, relaxing morning. I grabbed my black jacket and tennis shoes, everything was practical. There was no point in buying something that you don’t absolutely positively need. Luckily here in Chicago, I could just walk around down the street and most of the time people left me alone. I started thinking about all the things we had to do to win tonight, and for once I got distracted. Distractions are many things. Distractions are shiny, bright things, something interesting, and the biggest distraction of all are girls. Girls don’t help your game whatsoever, they ruin it. That’s why I stay away from them, just the occasional one night stand when I’m bored and the girl’s hot: a lethal combination. I’m not at all like Pat though; his phone is a black book of the finest strippers of each city we go to. I didn’t even notice the girl walking in front of me, which is quite hard to do. She has dark, red hair and a pair of flip-flops on. Who wears flip-flops in Chicago in October? Flip-flops are just a piece of rubber that girls call shoes. They are not reliable at all and that’s what all woman need, a reliable pair of shoes. She spilt hot, scalding coffee all over my chest. Great, this is just what I need.
“Fuck!” She yelled and at the same time she dropped all of her books. It wasn’t even like she noticed; she just pressed a paper towel against my chest. “Here, use this to clean off?” She said, but in a questioning tone. Because of this crazy girl in front of me, I was going to lose the pre-season game tonight. It was all a sign.
“You did enough, thanks.” I snapped taking her hands pushing them off of me. I didn’t know what just possessed me to do that, you never touch a lady when she doesn’t want to be touched. I was screwing up everything today. Haste makes waste.
“Sorry, You don’t need to be rude, I didn’t mean to do it.” She said defensively. She was definitely a nice girl that just needed some organization classes and she would be set with life. I ran a hand through my hear, I just broke the number one rule that my mother taught me: never hurt a woman’s feelings. “You’re right, I’m sorry. This is just very stressful.”
She rolled my eyes at him. “If getting coffee spilled on you is the worst thing in your life, then your pretty fucking lucky.” Okay, now it was my turn to be mad. A stranger has no right to curse at me. Cursing is ignorance. The only time I course is when I’m in hockey mode: on the ice or hanging with the guys. Cursing is part of hockey, so it’s all right.
“I don’t think it’s appropriate to curse in front of some one you don’t know and insult some one you don’t know.” I said calmly, voicing my thoughts. She ran her hand through her wild, dark-red hair. For the first time though, I looked at her face. She was classically sexy, the kind of girl that could draw cat-whistles from construction builders. Or she could be, if she actually cleaned up her act. She had black streaks running down her face, maybe she didn’t know though. “And do you realize you have black streaks running down your face?” I asked trying to be kind. To my amazement, she just waved her hand at me. ‘Yeah I know, I was running late for class.” She explained.
Late; the worst word in the dictionary. Being late is the most inconsiderate and rude thing that a person can do to another. No matter what, you should always be on time. “Then don’t you have to get to class?” I asked confused.
“If I’m already late, why go at all.” She replied. If I were late I would be running to try and get as close on time as possible. “You could at least make an effort.”
“Nah. What’s the fun in that? How about you come back to my dorm room. I think I have some of that Tide pen crap.” I also now see the large stain right on the front of her shirt. It slipped out of my mouth before I could help it. “Then why don’t you use it on your shirt?” I expected her to be mad, but she took it all in stride, it was amazing.
“Rude, rude, rude.” She said wagging her finger at me.
“And what do you think would make me follow a stranger back to their dorm room? You could be taking me back to kill me.” I stated. I’ve watched the warnings on the news, just because they are females, doesn’t make them any less lethal.
“Oh wow, you figured me out! Damn it!” She said sarcastically before snapping her fingers. “I’m going, you can follow me or not.” She said in a smart-ass tone before turning around and marching away. Leaving her schoolbooks sitting on the sidewalk though thwarted her sassy leaving. I quickly bent over and picked them up, at least one of us had to have respect for school. “You forgot your books!” I shouted and she spun around with an impish smile on her face. “Well, you really are a gentlemen.” She said and the smile turned into a full-blown grin. Before I opened my mouth to say “your welcome,” she turned around and started walking again. Her feet clacking away on her flip-flops. I have no idea why, but my body acted before my brain did. Next thing I know, my feet are going one after another and following this mess of a girl. Her “nothing fazes me” attitude was rubbing off on me. And my schedule was screwed up anyway, so for lack of better words, to the hell with it. I followed her the whole walk to her dorm, keeping my distance and shoving my hands in my pockets. I felt like such a creeper, following a college girl back to her room. Finally, she stopped in front of her door and flashed another smile. “So what’s your name? My name is Lexi.” Lexi, that certainly seemed to fit her personality. But besides on the ice, in the real world nicknames aren’t acceptable. “Is Lexi short for something? I asked.
She narrowed her eyes. “Yes, it’s short for Alexa.” Lexi said grudgingly.
“Okay, I’m going to call you Alexa than, nicknames are silly. My name is Jonathan.” I replied calmly.
“Don’t call me Alexa, that’s what my mom calls me, Jonny.” Alexa said taunting me. She opened the door and I saw it. An earthquake must have just hit Chicago and knocked everything, and I mean everything, in this room until the floor. There is no way any one could possibly live like this. There was no room to even walk, no room to even live.
“What’s wrong?” She asked. I guess my reaction was bigger than I thought.
“How do you live like this?” I asked voicing my thoughts.
Alexa waved her hand. “It’s only a pain when I come home drunk and fall over things and break them.” She said before picking her way through the mess.
“Does that happen a lot?” I asked curiously. Even though this girl was a pig, she kept drawing me in for me. It was like an unquenchable thirst, no matter how much I drank in, I couldn’t satisfy my thirst.
Luckily, Alexa laughed. “So nosy aren’t you? But yes, probably almost every Friday or Saturday night?”
“Why do you do that to yourself?” That was probably the most hypocritical sentence I’ve ever said. I can remember some nights in my rookie year when the guys convinced me to drink so much that I couldn’t move.
“So you’re telling me you don’t drink?” She said calling me out. I smiled ruefully. “No, the job I do almost makes me required to drink, I just normally don’t get trashed.” That’s not a lie; at least my teammates pressure me a lot to “let loose” and “have fun.”
“What do you work as? A beer tester or something?”
Now came the biggest problem for being in the NHL. She obviously wasn’t a super fan, she would have recognized me. Still, it wouldn’t be hard for her to make a bad story about this. I always have to play on the safe side for the team. “Something like that.” I said casually. I noticed the skeptics on her face, so I quickly changed the subject. “So you know could get help or something with this room?” She sighed loudly and pressed her lips together. “If you’re from TLC or something wanting to do a special on messed up slobs, you have the wrong girl here buddy.”
TLC. That channel automatically made me thinks of the nights I woke up already confused and then to see a girl’s vagina on the TV screen seeing it push out a baby. We all know why Kaner watches it, but it certainly scars me. “I am not from TLC, trust me. All those birthing shows creep me out. My roommate on the road loves them though.” I said and I couldn’t help but shudder.
“Roommate?” She asked. Damn it, I slipped up. As the captain of the Blackhawk’s, I need to stop doing that!
“My job causes me to travel a lot, and my company is poor so we have to room together.” I quickly pieced together something that wasn’t a complete lie. Alexa picked up a granola bar and looked at it before popping it into her mouth. Does she realize how disgusting that is? How sick it could make her? She rummaged around the room more, throwing more piles of clothes and crap around. I thought back to my perfectly clean apartment, one that didn’t have fingertip marks on the window. Now that was heaven; mess and germ free. Alexa let out an “ah-hah!” noise before tossing me the Tide Marker. I examined it to make sure it was indeed the right thing and everything seemed all right, so I opened it. Next thing I know, fizzing white liquid is all over my hands and joined the coffee stain on my previously white shirt. I frowned, another unexpected thing happening today, what is going on? Instead of apologizing profusely like she should have, she just started cracking up, laughing so hard that she had to lean over to support herself.
“It’s not funny!” I pouted.
Alexa clutched onto her side. “I wish you could have just seen the look on your face. Priceless.” She said through giggles. She stopped though once I continued to stare at her.
“Okay, seriously though, let me pay for your dry cleaners bill.” Serious? I didn’t know this girl had a serious bone in her body. I waved my hand, that was the least of my worries. “That’s not necessary.”
She stomped her foot, like actually stomped her foot. I just thought girls in movies did that. “But I want to, please.”
I sighed, knowing we weren’t going to get anywhere anytime soon. “Fine. Maybe we could uh..talk about it some time.” Great. Now I just implied that I wanted to go on a date. But the words that wanted to come out of my mouth to recline the offer didn’t, they stayed put in my head for some reason.
“Okay?”
“Maybe over coffee.” I said rambling now. I hadn’t asked a girl out since I was sixteen, I was rusty. Normally it was the girl throwing herself at me in a nightclub, doing the deed at her house, and then doing the walk of shame the next morning.
“Got it. Sounds fun.” She replied more enthusiastically. Thank god.
“Like just me and you. Discussing things over coffee.” I quickly regretted those words once they came out of my mouth. They sounded so juvenile and too much like a date. “Very fun though! We can be friendly with each other. Oh wait, no. I don’t mean that! Us as two adults could calmly discuss what happened today over some hot coffee in a coffee shop, with lots of people around, just only us sharing a table.” I rambled on and it was just getting worse as I went. Where the hell was I coming up with this stuff? I’m surprised my voice wasn’t cracking because that’s what happened in seventh grade, the last time I was this awkward around a girl. I could tell she was trying not to laugh. Great, she probably thinks I’m a lunatic. “That’s what I figured Jonny-boy.” Alexa said lightly.
“Jonathan.” I corrected her.
She ignored me. “Here, let me give you my number.” She rooted around her room more and finally settled for writing it on a tissue paper with mascara. “There you go.”
I studied it, not knowing what to do, so I looked busy. I took my time putting it in my pocket and rocked back and forth on my feet. “So I’ll um call you sometime.”
Alexa could obviously tell I wasn’t comfortable. “Okay, now get out of here before you faint from my mess.” She said. I left her dorm room, forcing my self not to sprint out. I haven’t gotten myself in a mess like this in a while. The guys could never hear about this or I wouldn’t hear the end of it.
Jonathan’s POV
My alarm clock went off exactly at 6:30 and I hit it immediately, eager to start another day. I didn’t have to go anywhere until 11:30, but it was nice to get an early start off to a day. I took a cold shower like every morning. Showers were not supposed to be relaxing or a time to think, they are strictly for the purpose of good personal hygiene. There is no point of using hot water then, it just makes you want to stand there even longer and waste even more time. The only time I took warm showers were after games, so my muscles didn’t go from extreme heat to extreme cold, causing them to bunch up. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked down to my kitchen. There was nothing better then getting up every morning and seeing the beautiful view of Chicago. I poured my organic granola and sat down at the bar with a pad of paper. I carefully planned out my day, having to make changes often to it. Today was a game day; I had to make sure everything went perfectly right. If even one little thing went wrong or was out of time, the whole day would be ruined. I went to my coffee maker to have my daily cup of plain black coffee with no abs-ruining sugar or cream in it. There was none left. See, something as easy as this could wreck my game tonight. I sighed and tried to think what I could do. I finally came up with a solution; I can go to the small and quiet coffee shop down the corner. To make this fit into my schedule, I ripped up my previous sheet and carefully planned it again. I sat down on the couch with my clipboard and watched the DVR of the pre-season game last night and wrote down everything that we have to improve on before the season starts. Sure, the guys make fun of me and call me “Captain Serious”, but some one needs to do it and they appreciate it. After about an hour or two of starting and pausing the game, I finally finished. I looked at the short list satisfied, this was going to be a great season, and I just know it. It was time to go get my coffee, so I went into my room to change. I got down the white pressed shirt and the dark jeans that I hung up the night before. There’s nothing worse than rushing around in the morning, so I always get everything done the night before for a smooth, relaxing morning. I grabbed my black jacket and tennis shoes, everything was practical. There was no point in buying something that you don’t absolutely positively need. Luckily here in Chicago, I could just walk around down the street and most of the time people left me alone. I started thinking about all the things we had to do to win tonight, and for once I got distracted. Distractions are many things. Distractions are shiny, bright things, something interesting, and the biggest distraction of all are girls. Girls don’t help your game whatsoever, they ruin it. That’s why I stay away from them, just the occasional one night stand when I’m bored and the girl’s hot: a lethal combination. I’m not at all like Pat though; his phone is a black book of the finest strippers of each city we go to. I didn’t even notice the girl walking in front of me, which is quite hard to do. She has dark, red hair and a pair of flip-flops on. Who wears flip-flops in Chicago in October? Flip-flops are just a piece of rubber that girls call shoes. They are not reliable at all and that’s what all woman need, a reliable pair of shoes. She spilt hot, scalding coffee all over my chest. Great, this is just what I need.
“Fuck!” She yelled and at the same time she dropped all of her books. It wasn’t even like she noticed; she just pressed a paper towel against my chest. “Here, use this to clean off?” She said, but in a questioning tone. Because of this crazy girl in front of me, I was going to lose the pre-season game tonight. It was all a sign.
“You did enough, thanks.” I snapped taking her hands pushing them off of me. I didn’t know what just possessed me to do that, you never touch a lady when she doesn’t want to be touched. I was screwing up everything today. Haste makes waste.
“Sorry, You don’t need to be rude, I didn’t mean to do it.” She said defensively. She was definitely a nice girl that just needed some organization classes and she would be set with life. I ran a hand through my hear, I just broke the number one rule that my mother taught me: never hurt a woman’s feelings. “You’re right, I’m sorry. This is just very stressful.”
She rolled my eyes at him. “If getting coffee spilled on you is the worst thing in your life, then your pretty fucking lucky.” Okay, now it was my turn to be mad. A stranger has no right to curse at me. Cursing is ignorance. The only time I course is when I’m in hockey mode: on the ice or hanging with the guys. Cursing is part of hockey, so it’s all right.
“I don’t think it’s appropriate to curse in front of some one you don’t know and insult some one you don’t know.” I said calmly, voicing my thoughts. She ran her hand through her wild, dark-red hair. For the first time though, I looked at her face. She was classically sexy, the kind of girl that could draw cat-whistles from construction builders. Or she could be, if she actually cleaned up her act. She had black streaks running down her face, maybe she didn’t know though. “And do you realize you have black streaks running down your face?” I asked trying to be kind. To my amazement, she just waved her hand at me. ‘Yeah I know, I was running late for class.” She explained.
Late; the worst word in the dictionary. Being late is the most inconsiderate and rude thing that a person can do to another. No matter what, you should always be on time. “Then don’t you have to get to class?” I asked confused.
“If I’m already late, why go at all.” She replied. If I were late I would be running to try and get as close on time as possible. “You could at least make an effort.”
“Nah. What’s the fun in that? How about you come back to my dorm room. I think I have some of that Tide pen crap.” I also now see the large stain right on the front of her shirt. It slipped out of my mouth before I could help it. “Then why don’t you use it on your shirt?” I expected her to be mad, but she took it all in stride, it was amazing.
“Rude, rude, rude.” She said wagging her finger at me.
“And what do you think would make me follow a stranger back to their dorm room? You could be taking me back to kill me.” I stated. I’ve watched the warnings on the news, just because they are females, doesn’t make them any less lethal.
“Oh wow, you figured me out! Damn it!” She said sarcastically before snapping her fingers. “I’m going, you can follow me or not.” She said in a smart-ass tone before turning around and marching away. Leaving her schoolbooks sitting on the sidewalk though thwarted her sassy leaving. I quickly bent over and picked them up, at least one of us had to have respect for school. “You forgot your books!” I shouted and she spun around with an impish smile on her face. “Well, you really are a gentlemen.” She said and the smile turned into a full-blown grin. Before I opened my mouth to say “your welcome,” she turned around and started walking again. Her feet clacking away on her flip-flops. I have no idea why, but my body acted before my brain did. Next thing I know, my feet are going one after another and following this mess of a girl. Her “nothing fazes me” attitude was rubbing off on me. And my schedule was screwed up anyway, so for lack of better words, to the hell with it. I followed her the whole walk to her dorm, keeping my distance and shoving my hands in my pockets. I felt like such a creeper, following a college girl back to her room. Finally, she stopped in front of her door and flashed another smile. “So what’s your name? My name is Lexi.” Lexi, that certainly seemed to fit her personality. But besides on the ice, in the real world nicknames aren’t acceptable. “Is Lexi short for something? I asked.
She narrowed her eyes. “Yes, it’s short for Alexa.” Lexi said grudgingly.
“Okay, I’m going to call you Alexa than, nicknames are silly. My name is Jonathan.” I replied calmly.
“Don’t call me Alexa, that’s what my mom calls me, Jonny.” Alexa said taunting me. She opened the door and I saw it. An earthquake must have just hit Chicago and knocked everything, and I mean everything, in this room until the floor. There is no way any one could possibly live like this. There was no room to even walk, no room to even live.
“What’s wrong?” She asked. I guess my reaction was bigger than I thought.
“How do you live like this?” I asked voicing my thoughts.
Alexa waved her hand. “It’s only a pain when I come home drunk and fall over things and break them.” She said before picking her way through the mess.
“Does that happen a lot?” I asked curiously. Even though this girl was a pig, she kept drawing me in for me. It was like an unquenchable thirst, no matter how much I drank in, I couldn’t satisfy my thirst.
Luckily, Alexa laughed. “So nosy aren’t you? But yes, probably almost every Friday or Saturday night?”
“Why do you do that to yourself?” That was probably the most hypocritical sentence I’ve ever said. I can remember some nights in my rookie year when the guys convinced me to drink so much that I couldn’t move.
“So you’re telling me you don’t drink?” She said calling me out. I smiled ruefully. “No, the job I do almost makes me required to drink, I just normally don’t get trashed.” That’s not a lie; at least my teammates pressure me a lot to “let loose” and “have fun.”
“What do you work as? A beer tester or something?”
Now came the biggest problem for being in the NHL. She obviously wasn’t a super fan, she would have recognized me. Still, it wouldn’t be hard for her to make a bad story about this. I always have to play on the safe side for the team. “Something like that.” I said casually. I noticed the skeptics on her face, so I quickly changed the subject. “So you know could get help or something with this room?” She sighed loudly and pressed her lips together. “If you’re from TLC or something wanting to do a special on messed up slobs, you have the wrong girl here buddy.”
TLC. That channel automatically made me thinks of the nights I woke up already confused and then to see a girl’s vagina on the TV screen seeing it push out a baby. We all know why Kaner watches it, but it certainly scars me. “I am not from TLC, trust me. All those birthing shows creep me out. My roommate on the road loves them though.” I said and I couldn’t help but shudder.
“Roommate?” She asked. Damn it, I slipped up. As the captain of the Blackhawk’s, I need to stop doing that!
“My job causes me to travel a lot, and my company is poor so we have to room together.” I quickly pieced together something that wasn’t a complete lie. Alexa picked up a granola bar and looked at it before popping it into her mouth. Does she realize how disgusting that is? How sick it could make her? She rummaged around the room more, throwing more piles of clothes and crap around. I thought back to my perfectly clean apartment, one that didn’t have fingertip marks on the window. Now that was heaven; mess and germ free. Alexa let out an “ah-hah!” noise before tossing me the Tide Marker. I examined it to make sure it was indeed the right thing and everything seemed all right, so I opened it. Next thing I know, fizzing white liquid is all over my hands and joined the coffee stain on my previously white shirt. I frowned, another unexpected thing happening today, what is going on? Instead of apologizing profusely like she should have, she just started cracking up, laughing so hard that she had to lean over to support herself.
“It’s not funny!” I pouted.
Alexa clutched onto her side. “I wish you could have just seen the look on your face. Priceless.” She said through giggles. She stopped though once I continued to stare at her.
“Okay, seriously though, let me pay for your dry cleaners bill.” Serious? I didn’t know this girl had a serious bone in her body. I waved my hand, that was the least of my worries. “That’s not necessary.”
She stomped her foot, like actually stomped her foot. I just thought girls in movies did that. “But I want to, please.”
I sighed, knowing we weren’t going to get anywhere anytime soon. “Fine. Maybe we could uh..talk about it some time.” Great. Now I just implied that I wanted to go on a date. But the words that wanted to come out of my mouth to recline the offer didn’t, they stayed put in my head for some reason.
“Okay?”
“Maybe over coffee.” I said rambling now. I hadn’t asked a girl out since I was sixteen, I was rusty. Normally it was the girl throwing herself at me in a nightclub, doing the deed at her house, and then doing the walk of shame the next morning.
“Got it. Sounds fun.” She replied more enthusiastically. Thank god.
“Like just me and you. Discussing things over coffee.” I quickly regretted those words once they came out of my mouth. They sounded so juvenile and too much like a date. “Very fun though! We can be friendly with each other. Oh wait, no. I don’t mean that! Us as two adults could calmly discuss what happened today over some hot coffee in a coffee shop, with lots of people around, just only us sharing a table.” I rambled on and it was just getting worse as I went. Where the hell was I coming up with this stuff? I’m surprised my voice wasn’t cracking because that’s what happened in seventh grade, the last time I was this awkward around a girl. I could tell she was trying not to laugh. Great, she probably thinks I’m a lunatic. “That’s what I figured Jonny-boy.” Alexa said lightly.
“Jonathan.” I corrected her.
She ignored me. “Here, let me give you my number.” She rooted around her room more and finally settled for writing it on a tissue paper with mascara. “There you go.”
I studied it, not knowing what to do, so I looked busy. I took my time putting it in my pocket and rocked back and forth on my feet. “So I’ll um call you sometime.”
Alexa could obviously tell I wasn’t comfortable. “Okay, now get out of here before you faint from my mess.” She said. I left her dorm room, forcing my self not to sprint out. I haven’t gotten myself in a mess like this in a while. The guys could never hear about this or I wouldn’t hear the end of it.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
==1==
Day and Night
==1==
Lexi’s POV
My alarm clock went off at exactly 7:45 like I had planned. My first class was at like 8:00…or was it 8:10? No idea, but all I know was that it was way too fucking early. Why did I decide to take such an early class? Oh yeah, because I was a late transfer and there were no other options. I swung my legs out from the top bunk and jumped down onto the floor. I heard a loud snap, shit. Sloan, my roommate, and I weren’t the most organized people. Okay, that’s the understatement of the year. We were the biggest slobs in the whole windy city of Chicago. I forget what color the floor of the carpet was because you can’t see it. It’s covered with clothes, papers, binders, empty food containers, and anything else under the sun. Sloan was a very interesting roommate, but I loved her. I could go for days or even a week without seeing her. Almost every time I did see her, she had a different appearance. She would also bring home random animals all the time, which I’m not going to lie, is a bit creepy. I looked at the bottom bunk, nope, she wasn’t here again. Shit, 7:55 already? I threw on a pair of baggy blue University of Florida sweatpants. I put on a pink tank top that hade a huge ketch-up stain on the front. I threw my red, frizzy mess that call hair onto the top of my head and looked in the mirror. I had forgotten to wash off my make-up last night, so I looked like a raccoon. A rather cute raccoon if you ask me. I put on a pair of flip-flops and threw open the dorm room and saw other people in winter jackets. Ugh. I ran back inside and put on a sweatshirt and scooped my books and bag up in my arms. I grew up in Florida and went to the University of Florida for my freshman and sophomore year of college. I wasn’t used to the cold of Chicago, I don’t even own a winter jacket. But that’s how I loved living life. Always living in the moment, never planning ahead. You have to love and live your life and not worry about tomorrow or the what ifs. I love being very crazy. I picked up a slight jog down the sidewalk of the city, shoving my books in my bags the whole time. It is too freaking cold to be early October! It should be sunny and in the 80’s. I looked down at my toes. The pink and green I had painted them was starting to begin to fade. I should really paint them again. But what color? Maybe a yellow or an orange! Oh, I know! Blue and orange! To represent the UF’s football colors. I was still a gator in heart! Apparently, you’re supposed to be looking ahead when walking on a bustling sidewalk, not at your lame-ass toes. Next thing I know, I had crashed into a strong man, almost making me fall on my ass and making him spill hot coffee on his white, freshly-pressed shirt.
“Fuck!” I yelled dropping my books and rooting out a piece of white-lined paper. “Here, use this to clean it off?” I said pressing it hard against his chest. Oh damn, I could feel his defined muscles beneath the light fabric. He must be a body builder or maybe my favorite, a football player. He looked young enough to be a senior or junior. He had spiky brown hair and deep brown eyes. I could clearly tell that he had pressed his jeans. Who irons their jeans?
“You did enough, thanks.” Mystery man snapped pushing my hands off of him.
“Sorry. You don’t need to be rude, I didn’t mean to do it.” I said frowning.
He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re right, I’m sorry. This is just very stressful.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “If getting coffee spilled on you is the worst thing in your life, then your pretty fucking lucky.”
“I don’t think it’s appropriate to curse in front of some one you don’t know and to insult some one you don’t know.” He said calmly, “And do you do realize you have black streaks running down your face?” He asked.
I waved my hand at him. “Yeah I know, I was running late for class.” I explained.
“Then don’t you have to get to class?” He asked confused.
I shrugged. “If I’m already late, then what’s the point on going?”
He stared at me. “You could at least make an effort.”
“Nah. What’s the fun in that? How about you come back to my dorm room. I think I have some of that Tide pen crap.”
“Then why don’t you use it on your shirt?” He asked bluntly.
I wagged my finger at him. “Rude, rude, rude, rude.”
“And what do you think would make me follow a stranger back to their dorm room? You could be taking back to kill me.” He said very seriously. Wow, I have never met such a killjoy before. Too bad, he’s pretty hot.
“Oh wow, you figured me out! Damn it.” I said sarcastically before snapping my fingers. “I’m going, you can follow me or not.” I said before turning around and marching forward.
“You forgot your books!” He shouted and he was kneeling on the sidewalk picking them up and then he handed them to me.
“Well, you really are a gentleman.” I said grinning before taking them and turning back around. After a few seconds, I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I made the whole walk back to my dorm building without looking back once. I stopped in front of my door before turning behind.
“So what’s your name? My name is Lexi.”
“Is Lexi short for something?” He asked me.
I narrowed my eyes at him, “Yes, it’s short for Alexa..”
He shook his head, “Okay, I’m going to call you Alexa than, nicknames are silly. My name is Jonathan.”
“Don’t call me Alexa, that’s what my mom calls me, Jonny.” I said taunting him. I opened the door and I heard him gasp behind me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“How do you live like this?” He asked appalled. I laughed, it’s not the first time a neat freak has nearly had a heart attack in my room.
“It’s only a pain when I come home drunk and fall over things and break them.” I explained carefully picking me way through the mess. When I get bored, I like to think of it as a game, trying to get through without breaking anything.
“Does that happen often?” He asked.
I laughed. “So nosy, aren’t you? But yes, probably almost every Friday or Saturday night.”
“Why do you do that to yourself?” Jonathan asked again, but this time I felt like he was scolding me.
“So you’re telling me you don’t drink?” I scoffed putting my hands on my hips.
Finally, he cracked a smile, an honest to god smile. “No, the job I do almost makes me required to drink, I just don’t get trashed.”
Hm, a job paid to get drink? Heaven! “What do you work? A beer tester or something?”
Jonny shook his head, “Something like that.” He said airily. I raised an eyebrow at him and he quickly changed the subject. “So you know you could get help or something with this room?”
Oh no, not another one of those people. “If you’re from TLC or something wanting to do a special on messed up slobs, you have the wrong girl here buddy.” I tried to explain nicely.
He held his hands up. “I am not from TLC, trust me. All those birthing shows creep me out. My roommate on the road loves them, though.” Jonny said shuddering.
“Roommate? Road?” I asked confused.
He looked quickly around the room before looking at his hand. “My job causes me to travel a lot, and my company is poor so we have to room together.” I found a granola bar on the floor and suddenly realized I was starving. I checked the expiration date; eh it was only two weeks ago.
“I threw a few piles of clothes around on the floor. Ah-hah! There that little sucker was. I tossed it to him and he examined it before opening. It then promptly begins fizzing white, gooey liquid out all over his shirt and hands. Not only did he have a coffee stain due to me, he had now had some mutant sticky stuff on him. He frowned, I was doing the opposite, and I couldn’t stop laughing.
Jonny frowned at me, “It’s not funny.” He pouted.
I leaned over trying to catch my breath. “I wish you could have just seen the look on your face. Priceless.” He continued to just stare at me, not getting what I saw funny. “Okay, seriously though, let me pay for your dry cleaners bill.”
Jon waved his hands. “That’s not necessary.”
I stomped my foot. “But I want to, please.”
He sighed. “Fine. Maybe we could uh..talk about it sometime.”
“Okay?” I said confused.
“Maybe over coffee.” Jonny said shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Got it. Sounds fun.” I said enthusiastically.
He looked up at me before quickly looking down. “Like just me and you. Discussing things over coffee.” He then regretted what he said for some reason, “Very fun though! We can be friendly with each other. Oh wait, no, I don’t mean that! Us as two adults could calmly discuss what happened today over some hot coffee in a coffee shop, with lots of people around, just only us sharing a table.” Jonny rambled on.
I tried to stop from laughing again, he was obviously very nervous about even asking a girl out as a friend.
“That’s what I figured Jonny-boy.”
“Jonathan.” He quickly corrected.
“Here, let me give you my number.” I said before searching around the room. Crap, where is a pen and paper when you need it? I settled for the next best thing and wrote it down on a tissue with eyeliner. “There you go.”
Jon studied it for a moment before shoving it in his pocket. He rocked back and forth on his feet. “So I’ll um, call you sometime.”
“Okay, now get out of here before you faint from my mess.” I said waving my hand at him. Jonny quickly did exit, taking my advice. So, I missed a class that may make me fail this marking period of college. But a hot guy asked me for my number. Totally worth it.
==1==
Lexi’s POV
My alarm clock went off at exactly 7:45 like I had planned. My first class was at like 8:00…or was it 8:10? No idea, but all I know was that it was way too fucking early. Why did I decide to take such an early class? Oh yeah, because I was a late transfer and there were no other options. I swung my legs out from the top bunk and jumped down onto the floor. I heard a loud snap, shit. Sloan, my roommate, and I weren’t the most organized people. Okay, that’s the understatement of the year. We were the biggest slobs in the whole windy city of Chicago. I forget what color the floor of the carpet was because you can’t see it. It’s covered with clothes, papers, binders, empty food containers, and anything else under the sun. Sloan was a very interesting roommate, but I loved her. I could go for days or even a week without seeing her. Almost every time I did see her, she had a different appearance. She would also bring home random animals all the time, which I’m not going to lie, is a bit creepy. I looked at the bottom bunk, nope, she wasn’t here again. Shit, 7:55 already? I threw on a pair of baggy blue University of Florida sweatpants. I put on a pink tank top that hade a huge ketch-up stain on the front. I threw my red, frizzy mess that call hair onto the top of my head and looked in the mirror. I had forgotten to wash off my make-up last night, so I looked like a raccoon. A rather cute raccoon if you ask me. I put on a pair of flip-flops and threw open the dorm room and saw other people in winter jackets. Ugh. I ran back inside and put on a sweatshirt and scooped my books and bag up in my arms. I grew up in Florida and went to the University of Florida for my freshman and sophomore year of college. I wasn’t used to the cold of Chicago, I don’t even own a winter jacket. But that’s how I loved living life. Always living in the moment, never planning ahead. You have to love and live your life and not worry about tomorrow or the what ifs. I love being very crazy. I picked up a slight jog down the sidewalk of the city, shoving my books in my bags the whole time. It is too freaking cold to be early October! It should be sunny and in the 80’s. I looked down at my toes. The pink and green I had painted them was starting to begin to fade. I should really paint them again. But what color? Maybe a yellow or an orange! Oh, I know! Blue and orange! To represent the UF’s football colors. I was still a gator in heart! Apparently, you’re supposed to be looking ahead when walking on a bustling sidewalk, not at your lame-ass toes. Next thing I know, I had crashed into a strong man, almost making me fall on my ass and making him spill hot coffee on his white, freshly-pressed shirt.
“Fuck!” I yelled dropping my books and rooting out a piece of white-lined paper. “Here, use this to clean it off?” I said pressing it hard against his chest. Oh damn, I could feel his defined muscles beneath the light fabric. He must be a body builder or maybe my favorite, a football player. He looked young enough to be a senior or junior. He had spiky brown hair and deep brown eyes. I could clearly tell that he had pressed his jeans. Who irons their jeans?
“You did enough, thanks.” Mystery man snapped pushing my hands off of him.
“Sorry. You don’t need to be rude, I didn’t mean to do it.” I said frowning.
He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re right, I’m sorry. This is just very stressful.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “If getting coffee spilled on you is the worst thing in your life, then your pretty fucking lucky.”
“I don’t think it’s appropriate to curse in front of some one you don’t know and to insult some one you don’t know.” He said calmly, “And do you do realize you have black streaks running down your face?” He asked.
I waved my hand at him. “Yeah I know, I was running late for class.” I explained.
“Then don’t you have to get to class?” He asked confused.
I shrugged. “If I’m already late, then what’s the point on going?”
He stared at me. “You could at least make an effort.”
“Nah. What’s the fun in that? How about you come back to my dorm room. I think I have some of that Tide pen crap.”
“Then why don’t you use it on your shirt?” He asked bluntly.
I wagged my finger at him. “Rude, rude, rude, rude.”
“And what do you think would make me follow a stranger back to their dorm room? You could be taking back to kill me.” He said very seriously. Wow, I have never met such a killjoy before. Too bad, he’s pretty hot.
“Oh wow, you figured me out! Damn it.” I said sarcastically before snapping my fingers. “I’m going, you can follow me or not.” I said before turning around and marching forward.
“You forgot your books!” He shouted and he was kneeling on the sidewalk picking them up and then he handed them to me.
“Well, you really are a gentleman.” I said grinning before taking them and turning back around. After a few seconds, I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I made the whole walk back to my dorm building without looking back once. I stopped in front of my door before turning behind.
“So what’s your name? My name is Lexi.”
“Is Lexi short for something?” He asked me.
I narrowed my eyes at him, “Yes, it’s short for Alexa..”
He shook his head, “Okay, I’m going to call you Alexa than, nicknames are silly. My name is Jonathan.”
“Don’t call me Alexa, that’s what my mom calls me, Jonny.” I said taunting him. I opened the door and I heard him gasp behind me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“How do you live like this?” He asked appalled. I laughed, it’s not the first time a neat freak has nearly had a heart attack in my room.
“It’s only a pain when I come home drunk and fall over things and break them.” I explained carefully picking me way through the mess. When I get bored, I like to think of it as a game, trying to get through without breaking anything.
“Does that happen often?” He asked.
I laughed. “So nosy, aren’t you? But yes, probably almost every Friday or Saturday night.”
“Why do you do that to yourself?” Jonathan asked again, but this time I felt like he was scolding me.
“So you’re telling me you don’t drink?” I scoffed putting my hands on my hips.
Finally, he cracked a smile, an honest to god smile. “No, the job I do almost makes me required to drink, I just don’t get trashed.”
Hm, a job paid to get drink? Heaven! “What do you work? A beer tester or something?”
Jonny shook his head, “Something like that.” He said airily. I raised an eyebrow at him and he quickly changed the subject. “So you know you could get help or something with this room?”
Oh no, not another one of those people. “If you’re from TLC or something wanting to do a special on messed up slobs, you have the wrong girl here buddy.” I tried to explain nicely.
He held his hands up. “I am not from TLC, trust me. All those birthing shows creep me out. My roommate on the road loves them, though.” Jonny said shuddering.
“Roommate? Road?” I asked confused.
He looked quickly around the room before looking at his hand. “My job causes me to travel a lot, and my company is poor so we have to room together.” I found a granola bar on the floor and suddenly realized I was starving. I checked the expiration date; eh it was only two weeks ago.
“I threw a few piles of clothes around on the floor. Ah-hah! There that little sucker was. I tossed it to him and he examined it before opening. It then promptly begins fizzing white, gooey liquid out all over his shirt and hands. Not only did he have a coffee stain due to me, he had now had some mutant sticky stuff on him. He frowned, I was doing the opposite, and I couldn’t stop laughing.
Jonny frowned at me, “It’s not funny.” He pouted.
I leaned over trying to catch my breath. “I wish you could have just seen the look on your face. Priceless.” He continued to just stare at me, not getting what I saw funny. “Okay, seriously though, let me pay for your dry cleaners bill.”
Jon waved his hands. “That’s not necessary.”
I stomped my foot. “But I want to, please.”
He sighed. “Fine. Maybe we could uh..talk about it sometime.”
“Okay?” I said confused.
“Maybe over coffee.” Jonny said shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Got it. Sounds fun.” I said enthusiastically.
He looked up at me before quickly looking down. “Like just me and you. Discussing things over coffee.” He then regretted what he said for some reason, “Very fun though! We can be friendly with each other. Oh wait, no, I don’t mean that! Us as two adults could calmly discuss what happened today over some hot coffee in a coffee shop, with lots of people around, just only us sharing a table.” Jonny rambled on.
I tried to stop from laughing again, he was obviously very nervous about even asking a girl out as a friend.
“That’s what I figured Jonny-boy.”
“Jonathan.” He quickly corrected.
“Here, let me give you my number.” I said before searching around the room. Crap, where is a pen and paper when you need it? I settled for the next best thing and wrote it down on a tissue with eyeliner. “There you go.”
Jon studied it for a moment before shoving it in his pocket. He rocked back and forth on his feet. “So I’ll um, call you sometime.”
“Okay, now get out of here before you faint from my mess.” I said waving my hand at him. Jonny quickly did exit, taking my advice. So, I missed a class that may make me fail this marking period of college. But a hot guy asked me for my number. Totally worth it.
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