Wake Me Up
Chapter 1
"Come on Kaner! You can do it!" Jackie cried, as she watched one of her favorite players on the Chicago Blackhawks team, wind up to take a slap shot. Jackie and Hannah were at Jackie's house in their usual spots for hockey games.
"Do you think if I send an email to an agency, they'd reply?" Hannah asked, pushing her blond hair out of her eyes.
"I don't fucking care Hannah, the games on." Jackie heard Hannah do a sigh.
"Well I'll take that as a yes," Hannah decided as she shoved popcorn into her mouth. She munched loudly on the popcorn, knowing it would annoy Jackie. Jackie was now bouncing up and down on the couch she sat on. The Blackhawks were playing the LA Kings and the game was in its second overtime.
Jackie and Hannah couldn't have been more opposite. Jackie was a tomboy and didn't care to speak her mind. She played hockey and dreamed of getting onto the Olympic Women's hockey team. while Hannah crushed on the hottest celebrity, Jackie crushed on the NHL hockey players. Hannah on the other hand, couldn't stand hockey. She didn't see the point in it.
Just then an icing was called. As the players skated to the Kings side, the cameras zoomed in on Jonathan Toews, captain of the Blackhawks.
"Who's that hottie?" Hannah drawled, her eyes bulging out of her head. Jackie rolled her eyes and did a scowl.
"He's not a hottie, and he isn't even a good player." Hannah laughed.
"Your joking right?" She then tossed a throw pillow at Jackie, knocking her down.
The truth was Jackie hated Jonathan. She didn't know why she did. maybe it was the way he played, or maybe it was the fact that she knew he was better then Patrick Kane.
"So are you game for the bar I'm going to tomorrow?" Hannah asked. Usually Jackie never went with Hannah. She made her go on her own. Jackie had one thing on her mind and that was hockey. She knew the reason why Hannah went to the bars and that was to somehow get noticed by a scout for modeling.
But every time she went, it was the same old, same old. She'd sleep with a different guy every time.
There was a minute left in the second overtime. Patrick Sharp had the puck and dumped it down towards the net where Marian Hossa picked it up. Hossa then made a quick pass to Jonathan who pulled a one timer and then. . . .
"HE SCORES!! JONATHAN TOEWS WITH 30 SECONDS LEFT!" Eddie Olychek pronounced. Jackie watched as her least favorite player, got attacked by his teammates. Jackie turned off the TV and did a huff. Of course he had to be the one to score the game winning goal.
"Looks like the hottie isn't so bad after all," Hannah said, with a smirk. Jackie groaned. She didn't even know why she invited Hannah over to watch games anyway.
"how would you know if he's bad or not, it's not like you care about hockey." Hannah pulled a scandalized look on her face.
"I for one, am shocked that you would even think that, if I didn't like hockey then why would I come over to watch the game?" Jackie thought about this for a moment.
"Cause you like to look at the players." She knew she had won that fight, when she saw Hannah's grin falter.
"You got me," she finally announced, throwing her hands in the air in defeat.
"Good. Now if you don't mind, I think we should get some sleep." Hannah did a fake yawn. "Correction: you should get some sleep. I, on the the other hand, can stay up as late as I want."
"Bitch." Jackie muttered. She gave Hannah a slap on the head as she stomped up the stairs and into her bedroom.
Jackie's bedroom was small. On the north wall was a study desk with old newspapers scattered all around it. By the desk was a trash can. On the east wall was her poster wall and her walk in closet. NHL players from every team coated her walls. Patrick Kane, Tyler Seguin, Brad Marchland, Corey Crawford, Henrik Lundquist, Sidney Crosby and Dustin Buyfuglien. On the west wall was where her twin bed was. And finally on the South wall was where her dresser was and her hockey gear lay. Her walls were painted red and she had wood flooring.
Jackie walked to her dresser and pulled out a pair of Blackhawks pajama pants. She then threw on an old tank top and then padded over to her bed. She snuggled in under the covers and instantly fell asleep. Usually she had dreams of Patrick Kane and her, falling in love. Only this time, her dreams weren't about Patrick.
They were about Jonathan.
"Do you think if I send an email to an agency, they'd reply?" Hannah asked, pushing her blond hair out of her eyes.
"I don't fucking care Hannah, the games on." Jackie heard Hannah do a sigh.
"Well I'll take that as a yes," Hannah decided as she shoved popcorn into her mouth. She munched loudly on the popcorn, knowing it would annoy Jackie. Jackie was now bouncing up and down on the couch she sat on. The Blackhawks were playing the LA Kings and the game was in its second overtime.
Jackie and Hannah couldn't have been more opposite. Jackie was a tomboy and didn't care to speak her mind. She played hockey and dreamed of getting onto the Olympic Women's hockey team. while Hannah crushed on the hottest celebrity, Jackie crushed on the NHL hockey players. Hannah on the other hand, couldn't stand hockey. She didn't see the point in it.
Just then an icing was called. As the players skated to the Kings side, the cameras zoomed in on Jonathan Toews, captain of the Blackhawks.
"Who's that hottie?" Hannah drawled, her eyes bulging out of her head. Jackie rolled her eyes and did a scowl.
"He's not a hottie, and he isn't even a good player." Hannah laughed.
"Your joking right?" She then tossed a throw pillow at Jackie, knocking her down.
The truth was Jackie hated Jonathan. She didn't know why she did. maybe it was the way he played, or maybe it was the fact that she knew he was better then Patrick Kane.
"So are you game for the bar I'm going to tomorrow?" Hannah asked. Usually Jackie never went with Hannah. She made her go on her own. Jackie had one thing on her mind and that was hockey. She knew the reason why Hannah went to the bars and that was to somehow get noticed by a scout for modeling.
But every time she went, it was the same old, same old. She'd sleep with a different guy every time.
There was a minute left in the second overtime. Patrick Sharp had the puck and dumped it down towards the net where Marian Hossa picked it up. Hossa then made a quick pass to Jonathan who pulled a one timer and then. . . .
"HE SCORES!! JONATHAN TOEWS WITH 30 SECONDS LEFT!" Eddie Olychek pronounced. Jackie watched as her least favorite player, got attacked by his teammates. Jackie turned off the TV and did a huff. Of course he had to be the one to score the game winning goal.
"Looks like the hottie isn't so bad after all," Hannah said, with a smirk. Jackie groaned. She didn't even know why she invited Hannah over to watch games anyway.
"how would you know if he's bad or not, it's not like you care about hockey." Hannah pulled a scandalized look on her face.
"I for one, am shocked that you would even think that, if I didn't like hockey then why would I come over to watch the game?" Jackie thought about this for a moment.
"Cause you like to look at the players." She knew she had won that fight, when she saw Hannah's grin falter.
"You got me," she finally announced, throwing her hands in the air in defeat.
"Good. Now if you don't mind, I think we should get some sleep." Hannah did a fake yawn. "Correction: you should get some sleep. I, on the the other hand, can stay up as late as I want."
"Bitch." Jackie muttered. She gave Hannah a slap on the head as she stomped up the stairs and into her bedroom.
Jackie's bedroom was small. On the north wall was a study desk with old newspapers scattered all around it. By the desk was a trash can. On the east wall was her poster wall and her walk in closet. NHL players from every team coated her walls. Patrick Kane, Tyler Seguin, Brad Marchland, Corey Crawford, Henrik Lundquist, Sidney Crosby and Dustin Buyfuglien. On the west wall was where her twin bed was. And finally on the South wall was where her dresser was and her hockey gear lay. Her walls were painted red and she had wood flooring.
Jackie walked to her dresser and pulled out a pair of Blackhawks pajama pants. She then threw on an old tank top and then padded over to her bed. She snuggled in under the covers and instantly fell asleep. Usually she had dreams of Patrick Kane and her, falling in love. Only this time, her dreams weren't about Patrick.
They were about Jonathan.
Notes
Hi guys!! So sorry that was kinda boring chapter, It sorta jus told about the characters. I promise it'll get better!!Anyway thanks for reading!
10/10/13