Breaking the Ice
Six
“God you’re beautiful” James said putting his hands around my waist. He leaned down and kissed my neck gently. His soft hands rubbed at my shoulders and sides before wrapping around me. Small droplets of water from his face tickled my shoulder. I was wearing spandex shorts and a hot pink Nike tank top. It was weird, but things just felt right with James.
“You’re not so bad yourself, stud.” I said turning so I could kiss him back.
It should have been awkward being teammates and all, but it wasn’t. I stood making breakfast at the stove and he stood behind and later beside me, watching and keeping me company. He mostly asked what I was doing and it was apparent he hadn’t cooked a meal in his life. Then he was kind enough to help me pick up the cans from the party the previous night.
We ate breakfast together and he joked that he’d be coming over to my place more often instead of Pauly’s.
I put our plates in the sink then attempted to walk by Nealer to my chair when he grabbed my waist. His face was boob level but he stared up at my face.
“Shouldn’t this be weird or something?” I joked, pushing his shower fresh, wet hair back.
“Mel, I knew I liked you when you first got here.” He admitted while tracing shapes on the small part of my back.
“Then why are you always such a dick to me?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re always so grumpy and short when you talk to me.”
“I-I didn’t want it to be obvious that I like you” he said dragging me onto his lap.
“You like me, huh?” He nodded and pulled me in to a deep kiss. He kissed from my chin to my neck and collar bone. My breathing became more shallow and his hands roamed my body. I felt his girth on my inner thigh and removed his Shop412 shirt swiftly.
Pascal's POV
I thought I was going to wring Sid’s neck. I walked into the locker room and it was dead silent. The guys were all getting dressed slowly and solemnly. Sid just sat in his stall staring at his hands.
“The fuck is wrong with you Crosby?” I yelled from my stall across the room.
“Look, I-“
“No. No fucking excuses Sid. The fuck were you thinking? The poor girl was raped and you talk to her like that. I know she comes off tough and she is. She fights some of the heavyweights even you’re not willing to drop gloves with. She wears her black eyes, bruises, and scars with pride, but she’s fucking human. That was a low blow. What the hell did she do to you?”
“Nothing-“ he replied like a child.
“What?” Geno asked even more confused than.
“Melissa was raped when she was younger, and Captain Piece-of-shit over there thought it would be a good idea to call her a whore.”
“What!?” Geno gasped.
“She’s fucked over 50 guys!” he defended.
“What she does in her private life is none of your fucking business and especially not ground for you to use to hurt her.” Nealer said walking out of the room.
“Sid, why you care?”
“I-I like her, but she doesn’t-“
“That what this about? She reject you? I thought you nice Sid. You asshole.” Geno finished lacing his skates and leaving for the ice.
“I get it okay!” Sidney replied rolling his eyes.
“No you don’t get it. She walked out of here. She’s asking her agent right now for a trade because of your dumb ass.”
“Mel what happened?” the low voice said muffled through the phone.
“I’m not talking about it. I don’t care where I go, I just want to get the hell out of here.”
“Mel, are you sure? You sound upset. Do you want to get a cup of coffee and talk about it?”
“Absolutely not.”
“You can’t go back on this.” he said as I violently opened my car door.
“I’m fucking sure.” I said throwing my white, checkerboard Louis Vuitton purse into the passengers seat. As I was about to get in I felt a hand on my shoulder, which scared the shit out of me and I dropped my phone onto the concrete.
“Shit!” I said turning to see James’ eyes piercing me. I picked up my brand new iPhone 5 hesitantly only to find the screen fully smashed.
“Fuck!” I screamed throwing it further into the parking lot, exasperated. I couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Damnit. I’m so sorry Mel. I’ll get you a new phone” He was standing inches away from me. I was just so frustrated that I burst into tears in James’ arms. Then I was instantly conflicted. I pushed him away and turned my back towards him.
“It’s okay.” He said trying to comfort me.
“No. It’s not. I’m-I’m fine.” I said wiping my tears of my hot cheeks and taking a deep breath. I regained my composure and turned back towards him. I forced a smile, but he wasn’t having it.
“Come on, Mel.” He said holding me in his strong arms. His Penguins hockey shirt pulled tight across his chest and I couldn’t bare to look at him.
“No. I don’t want to do this in front of you. I just want to get the hell out of here.” I said pushing and punching him.
“Let me go!” I screamed and pounded on his chest. He didn’t give up.
“James please. Stop” I cried, weakening. His grip became looser and he kissed me on my forehead.
“I’m sorry for-what happened.” I thought I was going to throw up. He probably thought I was a disgusting pig.
“I just need to get out of here.” I whined, snaking out of his grasp. Behind him I heard the strong footsteps of the one and only Dan Bylsma. He gave me a stern look, but he seemed a little conflicted. Was he going to yell at me and tell me to get back in the locker room? Was he going to scratch me for tonight because of my behavior or tell me I’m starting on Sid’s line to torture me more?
“Melissa.” I cowered behind Nealer and pleaded him for mercy with my eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I sucked in a deep breath and willed my tears to stay in their ducts.
“Yeah?” I said holding back all emotion. His face warmed and he wrapped his arms around me. I stood there confused for a moment.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know”
“It’s not something I say when I first meet people.” I tried to chuckle, but it came out like more of a gargle.
“Head home. Get some rest.” He said giving me one last squeeze.
I walked into the coffee shop as sure as I had ever been. It was a place I’d never heard of on Forbes ave, but It looked nice. It was French and quaint. On the chilly afternoon I wasn’t in the mood for coffee so I just sat at a small table near the front plaing with my phone.
“Hey.” I heard a low voice call. I looked up at Anthony, my blonde-haired, blue-eyed agent, and gave him a small smile.
“So I talked to Shero.”
“Mmmhmm”
“He refuses to trade you, until you go to a meeting with him, Dan, Mario, and Sidney.” I cringed hearing Sid’s name.
“Absolutely not”
“You’re not so bad yourself, stud.” I said turning so I could kiss him back.
It should have been awkward being teammates and all, but it wasn’t. I stood making breakfast at the stove and he stood behind and later beside me, watching and keeping me company. He mostly asked what I was doing and it was apparent he hadn’t cooked a meal in his life. Then he was kind enough to help me pick up the cans from the party the previous night.
We ate breakfast together and he joked that he’d be coming over to my place more often instead of Pauly’s.
I put our plates in the sink then attempted to walk by Nealer to my chair when he grabbed my waist. His face was boob level but he stared up at my face.
“Shouldn’t this be weird or something?” I joked, pushing his shower fresh, wet hair back.
“Mel, I knew I liked you when you first got here.” He admitted while tracing shapes on the small part of my back.
“Then why are you always such a dick to me?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re always so grumpy and short when you talk to me.”
“I-I didn’t want it to be obvious that I like you” he said dragging me onto his lap.
“You like me, huh?” He nodded and pulled me in to a deep kiss. He kissed from my chin to my neck and collar bone. My breathing became more shallow and his hands roamed my body. I felt his girth on my inner thigh and removed his Shop412 shirt swiftly.
Pascal's POV
I thought I was going to wring Sid’s neck. I walked into the locker room and it was dead silent. The guys were all getting dressed slowly and solemnly. Sid just sat in his stall staring at his hands.
“The fuck is wrong with you Crosby?” I yelled from my stall across the room.
“Look, I-“
“No. No fucking excuses Sid. The fuck were you thinking? The poor girl was raped and you talk to her like that. I know she comes off tough and she is. She fights some of the heavyweights even you’re not willing to drop gloves with. She wears her black eyes, bruises, and scars with pride, but she’s fucking human. That was a low blow. What the hell did she do to you?”
“Nothing-“ he replied like a child.
“What?” Geno asked even more confused than.
“Melissa was raped when she was younger, and Captain Piece-of-shit over there thought it would be a good idea to call her a whore.”
“What!?” Geno gasped.
“She’s fucked over 50 guys!” he defended.
“What she does in her private life is none of your fucking business and especially not ground for you to use to hurt her.” Nealer said walking out of the room.
“Sid, why you care?”
“I-I like her, but she doesn’t-“
“That what this about? She reject you? I thought you nice Sid. You asshole.” Geno finished lacing his skates and leaving for the ice.
“I get it okay!” Sidney replied rolling his eyes.
“No you don’t get it. She walked out of here. She’s asking her agent right now for a trade because of your dumb ass.”
“Mel what happened?” the low voice said muffled through the phone.
“I’m not talking about it. I don’t care where I go, I just want to get the hell out of here.”
“Mel, are you sure? You sound upset. Do you want to get a cup of coffee and talk about it?”
“Absolutely not.”
“You can’t go back on this.” he said as I violently opened my car door.
“I’m fucking sure.” I said throwing my white, checkerboard Louis Vuitton purse into the passengers seat. As I was about to get in I felt a hand on my shoulder, which scared the shit out of me and I dropped my phone onto the concrete.
“Shit!” I said turning to see James’ eyes piercing me. I picked up my brand new iPhone 5 hesitantly only to find the screen fully smashed.
“Fuck!” I screamed throwing it further into the parking lot, exasperated. I couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Damnit. I’m so sorry Mel. I’ll get you a new phone” He was standing inches away from me. I was just so frustrated that I burst into tears in James’ arms. Then I was instantly conflicted. I pushed him away and turned my back towards him.
“It’s okay.” He said trying to comfort me.
“No. It’s not. I’m-I’m fine.” I said wiping my tears of my hot cheeks and taking a deep breath. I regained my composure and turned back towards him. I forced a smile, but he wasn’t having it.
“Come on, Mel.” He said holding me in his strong arms. His Penguins hockey shirt pulled tight across his chest and I couldn’t bare to look at him.
“No. I don’t want to do this in front of you. I just want to get the hell out of here.” I said pushing and punching him.
“Let me go!” I screamed and pounded on his chest. He didn’t give up.
“James please. Stop” I cried, weakening. His grip became looser and he kissed me on my forehead.
“I’m sorry for-what happened.” I thought I was going to throw up. He probably thought I was a disgusting pig.
“I just need to get out of here.” I whined, snaking out of his grasp. Behind him I heard the strong footsteps of the one and only Dan Bylsma. He gave me a stern look, but he seemed a little conflicted. Was he going to yell at me and tell me to get back in the locker room? Was he going to scratch me for tonight because of my behavior or tell me I’m starting on Sid’s line to torture me more?
“Melissa.” I cowered behind Nealer and pleaded him for mercy with my eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I sucked in a deep breath and willed my tears to stay in their ducts.
“Yeah?” I said holding back all emotion. His face warmed and he wrapped his arms around me. I stood there confused for a moment.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know”
“It’s not something I say when I first meet people.” I tried to chuckle, but it came out like more of a gargle.
“Head home. Get some rest.” He said giving me one last squeeze.
I walked into the coffee shop as sure as I had ever been. It was a place I’d never heard of on Forbes ave, but It looked nice. It was French and quaint. On the chilly afternoon I wasn’t in the mood for coffee so I just sat at a small table near the front plaing with my phone.
“Hey.” I heard a low voice call. I looked up at Anthony, my blonde-haired, blue-eyed agent, and gave him a small smile.
“So I talked to Shero.”
“Mmmhmm”
“He refuses to trade you, until you go to a meeting with him, Dan, Mario, and Sidney.” I cringed hearing Sid’s name.
“Absolutely not”
7/26/13