Rougher and Tougher

The next couple of hours were a complete blur of crying, pulling myself together, eating, then talking to Hampus. I couldn't get him out of my head, and it made me want to slam my head into a wall. I just prayed tomorrow we didn't get placed on the same team- I'd go anywhere, even the Panthers. The elevator dinged, and I was snapped out of my thoughts; I shook my head, and stepped into the brass covered elevator for the fourth time today. I just wanted to go to sleep, and forget today ever happened. Hopefully forgetting him in the process. The elevator was about to close but, a arm shot out of nowhere and stuck itself between the closing panels, which opened again and revealed someone I thought I'd never have the honor of meeting. The breath I was taking caught in my throat, as I stared dumbfounded at the great one. Bobby Orr, in all his glory, was standing in front of me with a cheery smile. He seemed to know who I was, and that made my heart drop into my stomach. I had been compared to this man, over and over- I'd never thought- I never imagined that I would actually meet him.

"The famous Jordan Smyth, I was hoping to finally meet you!" He said with a chuckle at the end as he stepped in and hit the button for the 15th floor. A smile that topped all smiles crept onto my face. My hero was standing in front of me, hoping to see me!

"It's an honour to meet you, Sir." I exclaimed, barely containing my excitement. This was the man I'd looked up to for the whole of my childhood, and my playing career. I was shaking with excitement.

"No, the honour is all mine. It seems I finally have a competition for the best defenceman in Bruins history." He said, and I nearly fainted right there. I gripped the balance bar, and leaned my weight on it- did my hero just say that I was his competition. Wait Bruins History, what did that mean? Before I could ask, the elevator dinged again and the panels opened to reveal the twelfth floor.

"Nice meeting you. I'll see you tomorrow." He said, I smiled then nodded. I couldn't stop myself from hugging him, which he returned without hesitation.

"You're my hero, it was amazing to meet you." I said, pulling away and exiting the elevator. With a final wave, the brass panels shut again, and the elevator continued on. I sighed, and my beaming smile not leaving my face.
I made my way down the hall, but paused as soon as I got to the door. I heard something coming from the other side of the door, my breath caught in my throat as soon as I realized what the banging of the wood against the wall could be, I coughed out trying not to laugh. I rolled my eyes, and tried not to gag at him fucking some girl in our hotel room. I looked down at my practice clothes, and weighed going in there, blinding myself, to get some clothes. I looked like shit, and I smelt like it too. I groaned out as I slide my key down the access gate, and the door clicked open. I pushed it open, and threw my hand over my eyes- the room was engulfed in darkness, that was for sure and I heard a shriek, and then Yakupov swear in Russian.

"What hell are you doing here, Jordan?" Nail's Russian accent bellowed out of the darkness. I couldn't help but breath in the air, and scrunch up my nose- it smelt like sex in here, someone crack a fucking window.

"What the hell am I doing here?!" I mocked, scoffing then peeking through my fingers to see Nail's naked chest- damn that boy has been working out, and- my eyes scanned the bed- I rolled my eyes again, there with the sheets pulled up around her breasts was the red haired trainer from this morning, "I sleep here. She doesn't. Neither do you anymore." I said, moving towards my bag from the entrance way. I pulled out my pajamas, and threw them into my messenger bag.

"You guys- You especially," I said, pointing to the red haired lady, who looked like she was in her late twenties, "Are nasty." I finished, gagging when I realized that Yakupov, who looked older, was only eighteen like myself. Ew.

"Jordan-" Yakupov started his tone pleading, I cut him off with a flick of the wrist. I suppose he thought I was going to tell on him, which by all means I would take pleasure in but, he was Nail and Nail only wanted three things: Money, Hockey, Sex. What did I expect was going to happen?

"I'll be Hampus's room if you need me, and please don't need me." I said, pulling my messenger bag over my head, and resting the strap on my shoulder. I didn't wait for an answer, I turned on my heel and stalked out of the room, not turning back to look at them again. I let the door fall closed behind me as I trudged back to the elevator, the sight of Nail and that women draining my mood completely.

The ride down to Hampus's floor was quiet, and uninterrupted as the elevator slowed at the tenth floor. The panels opened as they did at my floor, and I stepped out, only there was no Bobby Orr to wave back at. I was tired beyond words, I smelt like my equipment bag, and all I wanted to do was go to bed and hope or a better day tomorrow, which of course was the draft ceremony and would go very well if I was sent anywhere but Montreal. I knocked loudly on Hampus's door, and waited a few seconds before his cheery face lit up the doorway. I dove into his arms, and hugged him tightly- no matter what happened I always had Hampus.

"Hey, what going on?" He said, his accent coming out surprisingly strong in my muddled mind. I pulled away from him, tired tears flowing down my cheeks.

"I almost got raped. Alex saved me. I dumped Alex. I cried. Bobby Orr likes me. Nail Yakupov fucked a trainer. In my room. I have no where to go. Hug me." I said, hiding my face in his chest once again. He didn't say anything, and frankly he didn't have to, he just held me in the doorway, and rubbed my back soothingly.

"Come inside, Jordan," He said, holding my shoulders as he let the door fall closed behind us. I just hope tomorrow is better.

Notes

Well, hello there. Did I just screw up your brain? Good. That was the plan!


What am I doing? What am I writing? When is the story going to get started? When are they going to get together? NEVER! MUAHAHA! nah JK