Not Over

Arielle's POV

After having breakfast with Pat he took me sightseeing. We went to the Navy Pier and rode the ferris wheel. It was a chilly day and Patrick gave me his jacket. I wasn't really the romantic type and that stuff is so played out in movies, but it really was cute. After that we headed back to his place and I made him his favorite, steak and mashed potatoes. I have to hand it to him, he was on his best behavior. I felt bad, but I had to make it clear that we would not be getting back together. I didn't shove him away when he held my hand through most of the day, but it was a little weird. Things felt like they always did when we were together.

The next day Jon came over. I was dressed, but my hair was in a towel when I heard a knock on the door. Patrick had just gotten into the shower so I padded my way over to the door and looked through the peephole.

"Jonny!" I smiled opening it.

"Ari!" he mimicked hugging me. I shut the door behind him and he took a seat on the modern, white couch.

"How are you?" I asked sitting across from him?

"Good. How are [i] you[/i]? I haven't seen you in what two, three years now?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Just work as usual."

"Aren't you dating Sid now?"

"Yeah, we're happy" I lied.

"What's new with you?" I asked changing the subject.

"Not a lot, I bought a new car" he beamed. Jon was always a nice guy. He and Pat had become best friends and they had the cutest bromance. I'd always see videos, or pictures of them online being cute together. I'm not really sure why they call him Captain Serious. He's not all that serious around me at least.

"Tazer!" Pat greeted Jon.

"Sup Kaner, so what are we doin today? COD?"

"Nah, I don't think Arielle wants to watch us play."

"What makes you think I don't want to play?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"You just dont seem like the kind of-" Jon began. I threw the controller at him.

"Get ready for destruction" I grinned sitting indian style on the couch ready for the game.

I don't even know how long we played for. It must have been several hours because I was starving when we were done. We ordered Chinese take out and watched some tv. We landed on the NHL network and when Sid's highlights from his game against the Panthers came on Pat scoffed at my eagerness to watch. He tossed each of us a Bud Light and Jon protested immediately after.

"Kaner, we have a game tomorrow." he said refusing to open his can.

"Does that mean we can't have a party tonight?" Pat pouted.

"Yes. Dude it's against the Flyers. We need to get some rest." He stood up and gave me a hug.

"Go to bed." he said looking at Patrick over my shoulder.

"And don't keep him up too long" He smiled patting my shoulder.

"Whatever. Isn't it past your bedtime?" I joked. Patrick said bye to Jon and dragged me to the bedroom.

"Pat!" I whined as he threw me on the bed.

"Are you drunk off one beer?"I teased.

"No, I'm drunk off you." he slurred getting on top of me. His legs straddled mine and I could feel him grow on my thigh.

"Pat. What did I tell you?" I asked slipping out from underneath him.

"Ugh, fine!" he tantrumed before heading to the bathroom. I couldn't help but laugh to myself, knowing he was jacking off in there. I laid on the bed and texted Sid.

Congrats tonight! Is Stallsy okay?

[i] Thanks. Yeah just a cut on his leg. It was a weird play.[/i]

Tell him I said feel better. How are you babe?

[i] Good. I miss you.. Are you home yet?[/i]

No. I've still got a lot of work to do. :( I miss you too

[i] So I have a surprise for you, when you get home[/i]

Sid, I hate surprises. Tell me now

[i] Nope. I'm going to bed. Early Practice. Love you[/i]

Ugh! Love you too. Good night.

I turned off my phone and changed into some pjs. I tried no to think about what Sid was plotting and waited for Pat to get back into the room.

He walked in smiling at me and hopped on the bed.

"So have you changed your mind about telling Sid for me?" I beamed at him.

"Night" He said with no emotion at all

I grunted and told him I hoped the bed bugs would bite him.

"If they bite me they'll bite you too, jerk" he replied, nudging me a little.

"Nuh uh.. Only you" I laughed

"Night" he said again. I kicked him lightly before falling asleep.

Sidney's POV
~Earlier that same day

"Sid are you sure this is what you want to do?" Kris asked me as we walked into the elegant store.

"Yeah. I'm ready. I'm praying she's ready. Why not?" I asked.

"Well you guys just got back together."

"I don't know Kris, it just feels right."

As we entered the jewelry store I spent hours trying to find the perfect ring.

"Kris, do you think she want's something big and flashy, or like simple, but elegant"

"I don't know, man."

"What's wrong? You've had a bad attitude since we've gotten here." I said scolding at him.

"I just--I think you're making a mistake. Sorry."

"With Arielle? Why?" I asked. Kris isn't the kind of guy to talk like that for no reason.

"You're only 25. You don't [i] need[/i] to get married just yet. Just sayin" he said.

"But I wan't to. I know she's the best I'll ever have." Kris shrugged and continued to walk aimlessly around the store when I found the perfect ring.

After that little spat I didn't even bother showing it to him before I checked out. He came to meet me at the register and he said it was nice. I ignored him and we left. We walked out to the beautiful Florida sun and headed straight to our hotel. The short walk was quiet and awkward. We went to our respective rooms and I took my usual nap. Like clockwork Arielle texted me, like she always does.

Good luck babe. I believe in you.

Arielle's POV
~The next day

All was well in Chicago as they were about to win their game against Flyers. There were 15 seconds left in the third and the crowd in the United Center was on their feet.

Instead of sitting in the crowd like I had urged Patrick demanded I have a private box. I was wearing his jersey reluctantly, not because I didn't support him, but because I didn't want to be caught wearing it. This whole lying and wearing Kane jerseys behind Sid's back thing was tiring. I was just so scared of how he'd react when I told him the truth.

I snapped out of my daze and my eyes darted back to the ice. Suddenly Kane got hit by Scott Hartnell. It looked pretty rough and I couldn't help but think it was unnecessary since it was Chicago 7 Philadelphia 1. Maybe he was just frustrated, but Pat didn't get up. He rolled a little bit on the ice and I knew he was really hurt. The trainer came over and the crowed booed intensely. I left the box and took the elevator from the platinum level back down to the ground level. I pushed through fans that were trying to get a head start out of the arena to the locker room area.

"Hey Hey, where do you think you're going? " a security guard asked. I caught my breath and answered.

"Kane just got hit. I think he's hurt" I said. The guard looked at me like I had three heads.

"I'm his-- girlfriend. Arielle" I said. He looked to his clipboard filed with the names of friends/family. He stepped aside and I ran into one of the doctors. I literally ran into him.

"Sorry. Is Patrick okay?" I asked desperate for a positive answer.

"He's undergoing concussion testing. It shouldn't be too much longer. You can wait in here. He'll be out in a few minutes"

I sat on a bench in the training room swinging my feet over the side. I checked the time on my phone almost every thirty seconds, wondering how much longer it'd take.

"Okay, yeah I can do that" Pat said to the trainer as he walked out of the little room. His speech was slowed and his eyes were glazed over.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked. He stared at me a moment before replying.

"I have a concussion. This sucks" He said hugging me.

"I know babe. I know." Kane went to get dressed and I spoke to the trainer for a little bit.

"How bad is it?"

"It's pretty bad. Hartnell got his face right into the glass and his neck whipped up. He just needs rest. He's gonna have some pretty bad headaches, but after that we just have to keep an eyes on him. Just support him. He's really upset about not being able to play." the white-haired man said.

"Can do"

~At Patrick's apartment

"You ready for bed"? I asked changing.

"Mmhmm"

I laid back and Patrick cuddled into me. He rested his head on my boobs and fell asleep. I really felt bad for him. That and being a bachelor he didn't really have anyone to take care of him. Maybe I should stay here a few more days and make sure he's alright.

~5 days later

Patrick still feels like shit. I feel bad leaving him, but I really need to get home. I'm going to tell Sidney what happened as soon as I get back. Jon said he'll do what he can for him and his mom will be flying in soon to help too.

As for Sid he's doing well as far as I know. They Pens won their two away games and were headed back.

"Pat, I'm leaving" I said.

"Okay" he replied simply. He the concussion made him seem so...off. It was like there was a three second delay in his head. I hugged him before calling a taxi to take me to the airport. Pat wasn't supposed to drive and he'd only be alone for a little bit, as Jon was on his way over.

"I'll see you soon okay?"

"Okay. Love you"

"Love you too" I called as I dragged my luggage out the door and downstairs.

My flight to Pittsburgh was better than the flight to Chicago, except how I was feeling. I was anxious the whole time and I couldn't even sleep. Sidney had to know. I quickly got in a taxi and headed to Sidney's house. We hadn't officially started living together but there was no question I was going to sell my loft soon and completely move in.

I opened the door to find Sindney sitting on the couch. His head turned to me and his gaze was paralyzing.

"Hey babe! How was the trip?"

"How was the trip? I'm not sure. How was fucking around with Patrick Kane on [i]your[/i]?" He asked furiously. He stood up and shoved a People magazine in my face. I was so shocked. A. Patrick Kane is not an A-list celebrity. B. We were not making out, nor was I his new girl. The picture was at such a bad angle you couldn't see it was just a kiss on the cheek.

"Sid, I did lie about why I was going to Chicago, but that was just a goodbye kiss-- on the cheek. We weren't making out" I pleaded throwing the magazine on the kitchen island.

"Why did you lie about it? I wouldn't be mad if you just told me you were going to hang out with him. I may not have LOVED the idea, but I would've gotten over it." He said crossing his arms. He was still wearing his suit meaning he must've just gotten back too.

"I just wanted to get out of town. I just needed a friend, I needed some air." I said, going on the defense.

"Why?"

"Sid --" I took a deep breath and thought about the can of worms I was opening. Would he hit me like in my dream? Would he kick me out and never speak to me again?

"I--I cheated on you. I'm so sorry. Not with Kane. I went to Chicago to talk to him about it because I was scared to tell you." I said burying my face in my hands. I could feel his body heat as he stepped closer to me. I braced myself for a slap that I'd anticipated. I wouldn't even be mad. I'd slap me too.

"What?" he asked more intense than I'd ever seen him. I cleared my throat and began to speak again.

"I cheated. With Dupuis. We were in Laval. For Canada Day. And I-- I'm sorry. I love you, Sidney. I don't know how it even happened"

"Stop." he said not taking his eyes of my face. He was beyond livid. His fists were clenched and he looked like he was thinking hard. Did he love me enough to work through this or would it be over.

"Don’t fucking talk to me.” He said

“Sid. I’m sorry.”

“You’re a fucking whore you know that? Kaner, Pascal, maybe I was right the first time. Maybe you’re just another pathetic puck bunny that tricked me into dating you. God, I can’t believe my own mother approved of you.”

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He didn't talk to me for the next three days. Literally, not one word.

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