Inexperienced

When I got home, I texted Luca and told him how my day went. I didn’t exactly tell him what happened with Jon and me. I decided to give him the short version instead.

After we finished talking, I ordered some pizza and decided to take a quick shower.

Once I was done, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my towel. As I was drying myself, I heard a knock on my door.

Great. I wasn’t even changed yet.

Wrapping the towel around me, I walked over to the door and opened it expecting to see the delivery guy.

But right in front of me stood Jonathan Toews.

“Well, you’re not my pizza,” I scowl.

His eyes widened once he saw that I was dripping wet and I was only wearing a towel.

“Uh, I’m sorry. This is a bad time right? I’m sorry, I-” he was so nervous and embarrassed that he was stumbling over his words. It was actually kind of cute. He tried to look anywhere else but me.

“Jon, it’s okay. No big deal.” I said chuckling. “Um, what’s up? Are you here to accuse me of stalking you again?” I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest.

His eyes closed and his head dropped. Pinching the bridge of his nose he shook his head and finally looked me straight in the eyes.

“I am so incredibly sorry about this morning. I am so embarrassed and I don’t want to excuse my actions but I don’t usually act like this. It’s just that I get very protective and defensive about my personal life. But I know I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. And once again, I am so incredibly sorry. I just hope you’ll give me a second chance and maybe we can start over?”

He caught me off guard. He looked like he really meant it and that was very nice of him to say that and apologize like that. I really appreciated it when guys take responsibility for their mistakes and made apologies as heartfelt and awesome as the one Jon just gave me.

My hesitation made him a bit more nervous.

Finally, I smiled up at him.

“Okay. Apology accepted,” I said.

This caught him off guard.

“Wait, that’s it? You forgive me just like that? But I was such a jerk.” he said bewildered.

“Yea, why not? You apologized and I’m pretty sure you meant it. After all, it was just a misunderstanding,” I shrugged and smiled up at him.

His eyes widened and he grinned at me.

“Really? Wow. Thanks,” he said.

“I mean, did you want me to stay mad at you for all eternity for making a dick move?” I chuckled.

“No, I figured that would suck,” he laughed, rolling his eyes at me.

“Well, duh. I’m pretty freakin awesome.”

“You really are something else,” he said shaking his head in amazement.

I chuckled and flicked my wet hair over my shoulder.

“I know.”

We laughed again and after a moment, he seemed to remember that I was currently wrapped only in a towel when he looked down. When he looked away there was a faint blush on his cheeks.

Jonathan Toews blushes? Oh. My. God.

A door opened behind him and Patrick Kane walked out carrying a box of what looked like pastries.

“Oh, hey! Jonny! What’s going on he- WOAH.”

He stood there frozen, staring at me.

“Uh, why don’t you guys come in so I can go change?”

“Uh…Yea um…you should go…umm…the…umm…yep.” Kaner’s eyes still wandered up and down my towel-covered body, which made me a lot more self-conscious than I normally am.

Jon rolled his eyes and smacked him on the head, which caused Patrick to break away from his trance.

Shaking my head at the boys, I let them in and closed the door behind them.

“The pizza should be here soon. The money is on the counter. Feel free to grab some slices for yourselves and there’s beer, Coke and water in the fridge,” I said walking back into my bathroom.

I stopped and turned around to face them only to catch them staring at me. Their eyes widened and quickly look somewhere else.

“Uh, can you guys do me a favor and set up my PS3 and my Wii? My brother usually does it for me but I haven’t had a chance to call him,” I asked. I didn’t want to bother Luca any further even though he’d come in a heartbeat. He’s done enough for me, helping me settle in and stuff.

“Yea, sure.”

“No problem.”

Smiling at them, I retreated to my bathroom.

Okay, so Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews were currently in my living room. Okay. Cool. No biggie.

I towel dried my hair and made my way into my bedroom that was conveniently connected to my bathroom.

There was also a guest bedroom connected to the other side of the bathroom, but I hadn’t gotten around to setting it up.

Turns out, the wall in my bedroom was connected to Jon’s bedroom. I had heard him shift the bed around and open and close some drawers the other day so I figured it was his bedroom.

The guest bedroom wall was also connected to Kaner’s.

Hopefully I won’t have to hear any headboards banging on the wall that will keep me up at night.

I picked out a Hawks shirt with Versteeg in the back (Hawks shirts were pretty much my entire closet. Sorry not fucking sorry) and some comfortable skinny jeans.

I applied a bit of eyeliner on my water line but that was it.

I never went all out on my make-up unless I was going out or something, but I rarely go out. I just like it better when I’m wearing some eyeliner. Nothing extreme, just casual.

My best friend would drag me to parties and clubs, but after she moved to New York to transfer colleges I didn’t really see the point of going. I was basically too lazy to go and have fun. I also didn’t want to go alone. Besides, most of the time I was working, studying, or watching hockey.

I slipped on some socks and made my way out to the living room where Jon and Patrick had just finished setting up my systems. They were eating some pizza and drinking the Coronas my brother brought me.

To be honest, I don’t drink a lot. I barely drink beer. I think my favorite drink is a piña colada, and sometimes I won’t even get the alcoholic one. I don’t know, I just don’t really feel the need to drink. Maybe after those terrible hangovers when I was 21 made me go easy on the alcohol.

I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, plopped down in between the guys and got a slice of pizza.

“You know you guys aren’t supposed to be eating this, right,” I said looking at both of them.

“I think I’m good. It’s Kaner you should worry about,” Jon said, rubbing Dylan’s belly.

Spoiled pup.

I looked over at Patrick who was currently stuffing an entire slice of pizza in his mouth and had reached over to get another slice.

“Ah don’t worry about him. I’ll make him burn it off tomorrow,” I said winking at Patrick.

He groaned but was still eating like he hadn’t had food in weeks. How is he not fat?

“But I brought you cookies!” he said with a mouthful of pizza.

“You did?” I turned to face him and he nodded.

“Then I love you for that. You’re amazing Kaner cause I love cookies and you brought me cookies so you shall be rewarded for that.”

I leaned over, grabbed his face and smacked a kiss on his cheek.

He gave me a cheesy smile and said, “Damn, I wonder what I’ll get if I bring you a cake.”

Rolling my eyes, I took a sip from my water and set it back down.

“So, Versteeg?” Jon raised an eyebrow and pointed at my shirt.

I smiled and looked away. “Yea. He’s great. He was so nice and really sweet when he came over to introduce himself.”

“Oh my god, are you blushing?” Jon poked my cheek and I swatted his hand away, causing him to laugh and continue poking my cheek. “Does someone have a little crush?”

“Maybe. He’s Canadian and I have a soft spot for my Canadians. Now shut up and eat your pizza Toes.”

“Canadians, eh? I happen to be Canadian,” he smirked at me.

“No shit Sherlock.” I laughed and handed him another slice of pizza.

“Yea, whatever. Your pup is adorable by the way,” Jon said still playing with Dylan. “How old is he?”

“Thank you. He’s a year old next week” I said, feeding Dylan a piece of my pizza crust.

“So neighbor, tell us about yourself,” Kaner said. He set down his plate and reached for his beer before turning his body towards me.

Jon did the same and sat there looking like a little kid during story time.

“Um…Well, I was born in Chicago and I’ve never moved. My mother is Mexican and Italian and my father is Canadian. So I am Mexican, Italian, and French-Canadian.”

“Parlez-vous français?” Jon asked me, looking amused.

“Oui. Je parle couramment l'espagnol et l'italien aussi,” I smiled up at him and he grinned back, impressed.

“Aw, come on! Not fair. No speaking foreign languages around me,” Patrick pouted.

“Sorry babe,” I said to Kaner. “ I was just telling Jon how I’m fluent in French, Spanish and Italian.”

“Damn. Impressive. Did you grow up speaking them or did you learn at school?” he asked.

“I grew up speaking mostly Spanish and French since my parents would usually speak in either language. I spoke Italian with my grandparents on my mom’s side. But I would speak in French with my dad. I decided to take both Italian and French in high school because I wanted to become more fluent but I hardly needed it. I also took them because it looked good on resumes and college applications,” I said smirking.

Kaner rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Nerd.”

“De cette façon, je peux vous insulter sans que vous le sachiez, crétin,” I said smacking his arm. (“That way I can insult you without you knowing, moron”)

Jon laughed and Kaner sat there pouting.

“Anyway, how old are you? When’s your birthday? Tell us more about yourself! Come on! Is there a boyfriend? Do you have a favorite player or were trying to spare everyone’s feelings cause I’m obviously your favorite.”

Kaner threw more questions at me and I tried to catch all of them but I responded to the ones I understood.

“Uh. I am twenty-four but my birthday is coming up. It’s September twenty-seventh. My favorite colors are red, blue and purple. I love hockey and baseball. I have one older brother who is going to be a father soon. Not telling you who my favorite player is but Kaner, you will forever hold a special place in my heart. And no boyfriend.”

I finished and let out my breath. I don’t think I’ve ever spoken so much about myself.

“You don’t have a boyfriend?”Kaner and Jon both asked at the same time.

“Wow, is that the only part you guys caught?” I asked.

“How the fuck do you not have a boyfriend?” Patrick asked.

“I’ve never really been one of those girls that guys go after.” I took a bite out of my pizza and continued to eat until I realized that the guys were just sitting there staring at me with their jaws dropped.

“But how?” Jon looked at me incredulously. “Have guys not seen you?”

“Yea, Karen. You’re like, really extremely beautiful,” Kaner agreed. “Like, a lot. Like, you’re hot. You know, like not in the usual way. Like, you know, you’re cool and stuff but you’re hot which makes you cooler and hotter.”

“Thanks Kaner, I guess. I am pretty hot,” I say with my mouth filled with pizza. “I’m lovely, aren’t I?”

“Oh yea I mean you’re just so hot,” Kaner said laughing.

“But in all seriousness, you really are extremely beautiful,” Kaner said, nudging my shoulder.

“Shut up loser,” I mumbled.

I don’t think any guy besides my brother and dad have ever said that to me.

“Thanks guys. You guys are really sweet. I appreciate it. I really do,” I said, grinning up at them.

“So then how many boyfriends have you had?” Kaner continued his twenty questions.

Oh great.

“Uh…none?”

Notes

This chapter is dedicated to @ImARenegade for being amazing:)

ACTs suck. I'm sick of testing.
I don't even know if this story is going well. Don't be afraid to drop a comment guys! :)
I would really appreciate it!
Stay beautiful!
xx
-A