Give Love A Try One More Time
Nicole's POV
“You must be Jonathan Toes,” I said, holding my hand out to the captain. “I’m Nicole Engler.”
“It’s actually pronounced ‘Taves’.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I blushed.
“It’s okay. A lot of people make that mistake.”
“Well, Mr. Toews, this is our principal, Mrs. King,” I introduced him. “And this is the Athletic Department. Mr. Fitzpatrick is the coach of the Varsity hockey team and Ms. Levassure is the new coach of the JV team.”
Jonathan and Katie greeted each other and I continued to list the Athletic Department to Jonathan. I left the group standing in the parking lot so I could grab some paperwork from the office before I started the tour.
When I returned I saw Katie talking with Jonathan and a player with the number 88 on the back of his jersey. His last name said Kane. Katie started to walk away from them and towards me.
“What were you talking about,” I asked curiously.
“They’re going to help coach because I’m a little in over my head with yet another bet.” She shrugged as though it was no big deal. Katie was always one willing to make a bet. Sometimes it could get slightly out of hand.
“You got his phone number?”
“Mhm,” she hummed. A smirk slid onto her face and I could practically see the gears turning in her head. “You know what I think? I think you should attend practice with me.”
“Sure. I’d love to. I have to get back to my tour now though.” I smiled at her before walking to the front of the group where Jonathan was standing with his friend.
I led the team to the main gym where most of our sporting events took place. After that we went to the hockey arena.
“How did a school as small as this afford such a nice arena,” Jonathan asked from my right side.
“The arena was donated by an alumnus. He was on the hockey team here fifty years ago. He said that he remembered having to go into the city for every practice and game and he wanted our school’s teams to be envied.”
“How good are the teams here anyways,” number 88 asked.
“Our Varsity team is one of the best in the state. Our JV team has not had a very good record but things have started to turn around now that Ms. Levassure started coaching.”
“What are you saying about me,” Katie shouted up at me from the back of the group.
“I was just telling them that you are a terrible person and that your breath smells like gym socks and moldy pizza.”
The whole team laughed. Katie, on the other hand, looked indignant. “That is not true! My breath is minty fresh!”
She stormed up to us. “Seriously, I brushed my teeth just earlier.” She turned to 88. “Here, smell my breath.”
Katie got right up in 88’s face, opened her mouth and blew a forceful breath in his face.
“Her breath really does smell good,” 88 said, surprised.
“I’m glad you’ve figured out how to brush your teeth, Katie. Now let’s get on with the tour.”
“What is it you do here, Ms. Engler,” Jonathan asked as we walked towards the auditorium.
“Oh, please, call me Nicole. I teach French.”
“You speak French,” 88 asked. “That’s so hot!”
“I’m sorry. Who are you?”
“I’m Patrick Kane. I’m Toesy’s best friend. I was the first overall pick of 2007 entry draft. I’m the Blackhawks best player. And their most attractive.”
“I think those last two statements are up for debate,” I smirked at him. Jonathan “ooh”ed and high-fived me.
The assembly went off without a hitch. We brought all of the hockey players on stage to meet the Blackhawks and to personally receive their jerseys. Katie and Coach Fitzpatrick made small speeches and then we dismissed the students early for the day.
“You want to go to a movie and grab some dinner,” Katie asked as we watched students swarm the Blackhawks.
“Sure. I’m just gonna grab some stuff out of my room. I’ll meet you outside in fifteen.”
I ran upstairs to my get my purse and coat. I threw a pile of unchecked homework into my briefcase and took that with me too. After locking my door I headed out to the parking lot where Katie was waiting for me.
“Nicole,” a voice called from behind me. “Hey, wait up!”
I turned around to see Jonathan running towards me.
“Hi. What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to get drinks.”
“I can’t. I already made plans with Katie. Sorry. Maybe another time.” I gave Jonathan my phone number and turned on my heel, calling over my shoulder, “It was nice to meet you, Jonathan.”
“Vous aussi,” he shouted. I could hear him smirking.
“It’s actually pronounced ‘Taves’.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I blushed.
“It’s okay. A lot of people make that mistake.”
“Well, Mr. Toews, this is our principal, Mrs. King,” I introduced him. “And this is the Athletic Department. Mr. Fitzpatrick is the coach of the Varsity hockey team and Ms. Levassure is the new coach of the JV team.”
Jonathan and Katie greeted each other and I continued to list the Athletic Department to Jonathan. I left the group standing in the parking lot so I could grab some paperwork from the office before I started the tour.
When I returned I saw Katie talking with Jonathan and a player with the number 88 on the back of his jersey. His last name said Kane. Katie started to walk away from them and towards me.
“What were you talking about,” I asked curiously.
“They’re going to help coach because I’m a little in over my head with yet another bet.” She shrugged as though it was no big deal. Katie was always one willing to make a bet. Sometimes it could get slightly out of hand.
“You got his phone number?”
“Mhm,” she hummed. A smirk slid onto her face and I could practically see the gears turning in her head. “You know what I think? I think you should attend practice with me.”
“Sure. I’d love to. I have to get back to my tour now though.” I smiled at her before walking to the front of the group where Jonathan was standing with his friend.
I led the team to the main gym where most of our sporting events took place. After that we went to the hockey arena.
“How did a school as small as this afford such a nice arena,” Jonathan asked from my right side.
“The arena was donated by an alumnus. He was on the hockey team here fifty years ago. He said that he remembered having to go into the city for every practice and game and he wanted our school’s teams to be envied.”
“How good are the teams here anyways,” number 88 asked.
“Our Varsity team is one of the best in the state. Our JV team has not had a very good record but things have started to turn around now that Ms. Levassure started coaching.”
“What are you saying about me,” Katie shouted up at me from the back of the group.
“I was just telling them that you are a terrible person and that your breath smells like gym socks and moldy pizza.”
The whole team laughed. Katie, on the other hand, looked indignant. “That is not true! My breath is minty fresh!”
She stormed up to us. “Seriously, I brushed my teeth just earlier.” She turned to 88. “Here, smell my breath.”
Katie got right up in 88’s face, opened her mouth and blew a forceful breath in his face.
“Her breath really does smell good,” 88 said, surprised.
“I’m glad you’ve figured out how to brush your teeth, Katie. Now let’s get on with the tour.”
“What is it you do here, Ms. Engler,” Jonathan asked as we walked towards the auditorium.
“Oh, please, call me Nicole. I teach French.”
“You speak French,” 88 asked. “That’s so hot!”
“I’m sorry. Who are you?”
“I’m Patrick Kane. I’m Toesy’s best friend. I was the first overall pick of 2007 entry draft. I’m the Blackhawks best player. And their most attractive.”
“I think those last two statements are up for debate,” I smirked at him. Jonathan “ooh”ed and high-fived me.
The assembly went off without a hitch. We brought all of the hockey players on stage to meet the Blackhawks and to personally receive their jerseys. Katie and Coach Fitzpatrick made small speeches and then we dismissed the students early for the day.
“You want to go to a movie and grab some dinner,” Katie asked as we watched students swarm the Blackhawks.
“Sure. I’m just gonna grab some stuff out of my room. I’ll meet you outside in fifteen.”
I ran upstairs to my get my purse and coat. I threw a pile of unchecked homework into my briefcase and took that with me too. After locking my door I headed out to the parking lot where Katie was waiting for me.
“Nicole,” a voice called from behind me. “Hey, wait up!”
I turned around to see Jonathan running towards me.
“Hi. What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to get drinks.”
“I can’t. I already made plans with Katie. Sorry. Maybe another time.” I gave Jonathan my phone number and turned on my heel, calling over my shoulder, “It was nice to meet you, Jonathan.”
“Vous aussi,” he shouted. I could hear him smirking.
3/19/13