No Sense of Direction

Chapter Seven

"Are you happy now?!" I barked as I looked at Milan and saw the nice cut on his cheek.

"He shouldn't have been talking to you!" he growled and I sighed as I cleaned up his cut.

"He's a person, Milan, of course I'm going to talk to him."

"Well then why were you wearing his jacket?"

"I got cold, he put it on me because I left mine inside," I said and then ran my fingers down his cheek. Milan was sitting on my bed and I was standing over him, in-between his legs, "I ran out of the place so fast that I never grabbed it."

He nodded his head and then placed his hands on my waist and pulled me down onto his lap, "I'm sorry."

"Milan," I sighed and then looked at him, "You can't-"

He pressed his lips onto mine and then moved back onto the bed, I folded my legs up on each side of his body and sat up. I was kneeling over him, and he bent his head up and pressed his lips onto my neck.

-Zach-

"This is just one big mess," I growled as I walked into the house and threw my jacket onto the bench.

"Zach, come on, it wasn't that bad!" Chris said as he was right behind me.

"The funeral home was threatening to call the cop!" I snapped as I turned around and looked at my brother, "I had to beg them not to and that the guys would not act like this tomorrow."

"What even happened?" Chris asked as we walked into the kitchen and I grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

"Crosby, Staal and Lucic were getting into an argument," I hissed as I opened the beer and took a big swig of it.

"Over what?" he asked confused.

"What else? Freaking Kat!"

"Come on Zach, don't get mad at her," he said and I sighed and jumped onto the counter, "It's not her fault."

"But she just let them-"

"Zach, I'm sure Kat didn't do that! You're just angry because you were embarrassed," he said and I growled.

"Crosby got a nice punch at Lucic though," I said and the smirked.

"Too bad I missed it," Chris said and I nodded my head, "Where is Kat?"

"She drug Lucic away, and I saw his car in the driveway, so they must be upstairs," I said and Chris nodded his head.

-Sidney-

"What the hell happened?" Coach asked sounding pissed, but trying to control himself because we were at a restaurant.

"Lucic started with me," I explained and then ended it.

"Why?" he asked as he saw my busted lip.

"It was nothing," I said and then took a swig of my beer.

"Crosby," he growled and I sighed.

"Sid talkin' with girl and Lucic got pissed, started shit," Geno explained with his Russian accent prominent.

"What girl?" Coach asked and sunk back into seat wanting nothing more than to disappear.

"Your niece," I muttered and Coach looked at me.

"Who?"

"Your niece," I repeated and he looked at me, "We were just talking!"

"Why was Lucic getting made that you were talking with her?" he asked confused.

"I don't know," I said and was telling the truth.

"They're a thing," Kris Letang said and I looked at him.

'...She's dating that psycho path?...' I thought and then sighed.

"How do you know that?" Coach asked.

"Jordan told me," he said and Coach sighed.

"And how does Jordan know?" he asked.

"Zach told him," Kris said and I groaned.

'...If her brother is telling it, then it must be true...' I thought and then heard my phone go off and saw that I had a text from Kris. I looked up towards him confused, because he was sitting across from me. I opened the text, [Her bro's not happy about Lucic] I hit reply and then typed [Why would he be?]

"Crosby!" I jumped a little and hit my knee off of the table. I looked up to see that Coach was looking at me, "Are you with us?"

"What? Yeah," I said and then he pointed to behind me.

"Then order," he said and I turned my head to see the waitress.

"Sorry," I said and she nodded her head and then got her pen ready for my order. I thanked her and then felt my phone go off again and looked at it, [Maybe you can steal that ass] I shook my head and looked towards Kris to see that he was smirking.

-Katrina-

It was late and I looked over to see that Milan was watching TV. I sighed and then sat up, wrapping the sheets around me and looking out the window.

"Something wrong?" he asked as I felt his hand on my arm.

"No, just thinking," I said and then he kissed my shoulder.

"About what?"

"I haven't seen the horses in a while, I think after the funeral I'm going to walk over and see them," I said while looking over towards the stables. They were a good half a mile from my house, but I had the best view of them.

"I didn't know you had horses," he said and I looked back towards him.

"I thought I've told you."

"No."

"Oh, I have two of them, and then parents have one. My brothers never wanted one, they were too busy at hockey to take care of them, but I loved being around them," I explained and then looked at the picture on the wall of me standing in-between my horses.

"What are their names?"

"Balto and Lola," I said and he smiled, "Balto is my favorite, but don't tell Lola that."

He smirked and shook his head, "I won't, promise," he said and I laughed, "Maybe we can go riding tomorrow?" he asked and I looked at him and smiled.

"I'd like that," I said and he nodded his head and then started to kiss up my arm, over my shoulder and then moved my hair to the side to kiss my neck. His touch sent shivers down my spine.

"Why don't you get some sleep," he said and I turned back towards him and placed my hand on his bare chest. I stared at him for a while and then saw him smirk, "Like what you see?"

"I've always liked what I saw," I said while giving him a soft smile.

I then wrapped my arm around his neck and then pulled myself up to him. Milan laid on his back and straddled him and then laid down, wrapping my arms underneath his shoulder blades and laying my head in the crock of his neck. I kissed his neck, feeling him shutter underneath me and I smirked.

-Milan-

Kat had fallen asleep, and she was still on top of me, but of course, I was awake. I was never able to fall asleep when I was with her, I had too much on my mind. This girl always made my brain work in overtime, and I usually got headaches off of it. I was thinking about today, when we were back at the funeral home, how Crosby was talking to her, he had the nerve to talk to my girl.

'...Does Crosby have a thing for my girl?...' I thought and then thought about how Jordan Staal come over as well and I sighed, '...Freaking need a god damn bat to get these freaking shit heads away from her, she's my girl!...'