This Means War
Chapter 3 - Reminders of last night
Observer’s P.O.V.
Patrick woke up first. He looked around him, wondering where the hell he was. He forced his hurting mind to remember what happened last night while noticing something in bed moving. He looked at his right to see a messy haired brunette lying on her stomach. He examined her.
“I was THAT drunk last night? She doesn’t even look fit... And... What’s that on her side? A tattoo? Holy crap! I gotta get out of here!”
Patrick almost jumped out of the bed and made his way as fast as he could to the door without making too much noise. Once outside, he looked around to understand where he could be.
“I’m not far from home. I’ll just get there to sleep more”
...
Nadia’s P.O.V.
* BZZ BZZ *
Uh? I turned around. Who the fuck would call me this morning?
* BZZ BZZ *
I looked around the room. Too much light. I bent over the floor to notice a black iPhone. I didn’t have an iPhone and Tommy’s was white. I picked it up as fast as lightning and read the name on the screen : Tazer. Dafuq?!
“Hello?”
Why did I answer?
“Hey Kaner, where are you? You’re late for this morning’s practice!”
“Excuse me... I think your friend forgot his phone at my place”
“Oh... Well... He left the bar with you last night I guess?”
“Probably, I don’t remember a single thing”
I heard him sigh. My first night with a stranger gone to No Memory Land and answer a phone call from his stranger friend. Damn... I had to be going nuts.
“If you don’t mind, we could meet today so I can get my friend’s phone back”
“Yup... Where and when?”
He explained me how to go to a nearby park. I only half listened, I already knew that park.
“Is that ok with you?” he asked.
“Yeah but... How can I find you?”
“I’m Jonathan. I have a black Mercedes. You know what it is?”
“A very expensive car, yes...”
I heard him chuckle. What the fuck was this conversation?
“Good. And how will I make sure it’s you?”
“Nadia. Short girl with long brown hair. Will probably wear a loose t-shirt”
“Alright. See you there at... 11?”
“Sounds good”
“Ok bye”
“Bye”
I hung up. Last night suddenly worried me. What the hell happened? I put the phone on my table and got up. I picked capri jeans with a Yoshi t-shirt. Coming out of my room, I almost bumped into Tommy, only wearing a towel around his hips.
“Good morning, trouble maker”
“Do you know what happened last night?”
He looked at me in the eyes.
“Where should I start?”
“Oh crap... Something went wrong?”
He shrugged.
“Nope. I’ll tell you after my shower, ok?”
I nodded and slowly walked to the kitchen. It was a huge mess : bottles and glasses everywhere. I opened the fridge and picked a bagel. Without even toasting it, I ate it, leaning on the counter. I tried my hardest to remember what happened last night. I felt like my brain was a bunch of puzzle pieces that don’t fit together. Happily, Tommy didn’t take too much time in the shower and joined me in the kitchen, only wearing boxers. At least the view helped feeling a little better.
“First things first...” he said, pulling a chair to sit down.
“What?” I sighed, trying to untangle a strand of hair.
“Which part of the night do you remember?”
“I know we were here with your friends, drinking and having fun then we got to the club...”
“So you don’t remember the club part?”
I closed my eyes to find it... Total blank.
“Nope” I shyly said.
“Ok... You danced with Don. It was nice to see, you two dance very well together. People were leaving you some space”
I smiled. At least I didn’t make too much a fool of myself.
“Then some of the Blackhawks came by and watched you go”
“WHAT?!”
He laughed.
“It’s okay, I’m telling you : you looked amazing. One of them decided to hit on you and pay you a drink”
I almost jumped on him and stuck my forehead to his.
“WHICH ONE?!”
“Take a guess” he said with a wink.
“Tommy Cortese! Spill it!”
“Number 88 of the Chicago Bla-“
“Patrick Kane?! Oh. My. God. You must be joking!” I almost screamed, standing up.
“I’m telling you : Patrick Kane bought you some drinks and then...”
“I brought him home?”
“Yup. Don’t worry, nothing happened. You both passed out on your bed”
I exhaled deeply while sliding to sit on the floor. I looked at the clock on the wall. 10:45.
“Holy crap I’m gonna be late!” I exclaimed, running to the door.
Tommy watched me run to my room to pick up Patrick’s phone then rush to the door. I slammed it shut.
“Well... Have a nice day!” he flatly said to the door.
...
I walked to the park, tying my hair into a messy ponytail. I could already see the beauty this guy was driving. By far, I could see that the guy looked as hot as his ride. Tall, muscled, Hawks cap and a funny t-shirt... Yum! I took a deep breath and stepped forward to meet... Jonathan! Yay, I remembered! He finally looked towards me and smiled. Wait... Could that be...
“Hi” he said with that familiar voice. “You’re Nadia?”
I lifted up my glance to meet his beautiful brown eyes. I must be dead...
“Yes” I mumbled. “Jonathan?”
“Yup. So you spent the night with Patrick?”
I could feel my cheeks turn red. Did he really have to point it out?!
“Yeah... Kinda embarrassing isn’t it?”
He chuckled. I had to ask him without looking stupid. A real challenge for me.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, no problem”
I got closer to not have to speak loud. I didn’t want everyone around to hear it.
“Do you play for the Blackhawks?” I whispered.
“Busted” he chuckled.
He looked at me with a smile. I must have had a huge smile on my face too.
Jonathan’s P.O.V.
That girl seemed very nice. I had to say something to break this awkward silence.
“Are you from Chicago?”
“No, I’m from Quebec”
A Quebecer in Chicago? Finally!
“Nice! What are you doing here?”
“Trying to find a job”
“And do you have one?”
“Still not”
She replied to every of my question with a beautiful smile. I couldn’t say why, but I felt comfortable with her.
“By the way, here’s Patrick’s phone” she said, handing me the iPhone.
“Thanks”
I put it in my pocket, still looking her in the eyes.
“Do you have something to do today?”
The question slipped without me noticing it. In the end... why not?
“No but I don’t wanna bother you”
“Why would you bother me?” I asked, wondering why she’d ask me that.
“You must be busy and have so much more to do than hang out with... me...” she said, looking away.
“Let’s grab a coffee and talk. Are you in?”
She looked up at me. I opened my car’s door for her.
“Come on, it’ll be fun”
She slowly got closer to the car and carefully sat down.
“By the way, I like your shirt” I said before closing the door.
She giggled. It was nice to hear. I closed her door and got in my car, smiling.
“I never thought I’d be kidnapped today”
I laughed and drove to the nearest small coffee shop.
Nadia’s P.O.V.
What the hell just happened?! I was just going to bring a lost phone to a guy and it happened to be my favorite hockey player of all time! Was karma finally paying me back? It was about time! I was expecting him to stop at a Starbucks but instead, it was a small intimate place. Nice!
“Is that okay with you?” he asked with a playful smile.
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
We got off the car and went up the few steps before the door. He opened it and let me in first, putting his big hand in my back. I shivered instantly. I love boys with big hands. He chose a table at the very back of the room, where no one could see us and there were no windows. We read our menus quietly though I noticed him staring at me from above his. I chuckled, slightly blushing. We ordered our stuff then looked at each other. I’ve always loved his corner smile but at that moment, I had to hold myself from drooling.
“Can you tell me why you chose Chicago?”
“I followed a friend, which is now my roommate. He studies some business stuff at the University”
“Nice”
Our meals arrived while he was about to say something. It felt weird that no one seemed to realize what star was sharing the place with them.
“Why did you choose this place?”
“The food, the atmosphere and the customers”
I looked around. My plate in fact looked delicious, the old pub look was charming but for the people... All older than 50 or so.
“They’re not going crazy over who I am. I think they don’t even realize who I am” he said, half laughing.
I laughed too.
“There is one more reason why I love this place but I don’t tell everyone about it”
“What is it?”
“I love to see old people still in love. Love’s so hard to find today... Especially in my universe”
I simply nodded. He was so damn right. Old couples were so cute to see! I looked around to see couples holding hands on the table, staring contests with smiles... I hoped to have the chance to be like them someday!
“What do you mean by in my universe?”
He exhaled deeply and took off his cap to reveal his lovely flat messed up hair and passed a hand through it.
“I guess you know what kind of girls hang around us, hockey players...”
“Yup. I still don’t understand this phenomenon”
He looked up at me and smiled.
“We don’t see girls like you very often... They’re either sluts or crazy fans”
“I have to tell you that you’ve always been my favorite player but it has nothing to do with your physical aspect”
He raised a brow.
“Ok, it did help but it’s mostly because of your performances and your personality that you’re my favorite!” I exclaimed with a laugh.
He laughed too. We continued talking for what seemed like hours. The sun was way lower in the sky than it was when we first met. Suddenly, my phone decided to ring, letting him hear my super awesome Despicable Me Banana Song ringtone. I answered at the speed of light.
“Hello?”
“Hey girl, where are you?” my beloved roommate asked.
“At a coffee shop with someone, why?”
“It’s 5 and I was wondering if you were going to come over for dinner...”
He seemed concerned while Jonathan was still holding his laughter from my cheesy ringtone.
“So... You want me to come for dinner?”
“Uh-uh”
I exhaled deeply, looking at Jonathan with a sorry face.
“Alright. I’ll be there soon” I said in the most not motivated tone ever possible.
“Ok bye”
I didn’t even take the time to reply before ending the call.
“People want you” he giggled.
“Nah, just my roommate who can’t stand eating alone” I rolled my eyes.
“Then I guess I can offer you the ride home?”
“Yeah, why not!” I said with a smile.
He paid the waitress and we left the place. He opened the door for me again and closed it after I was properly seated. I couldn’t stop smiling. But my smile soon faded away as we were getting closer from our condo. Was I ever going to see him again? I bit my lower lip. Damn, it could not end at that moment!
“Right there” I said, pointing my place. “Just park in front”
He simply nodded.
Jonathan’s P.O.V.
I don’t know why but it hurt a little to end that day. We had amazing conversations about anything, as much in French as in English. I’d probably like to see her again... Maybe... I parked my car and turned it off.
“May I accompany you to your door?” I asked.
“Yes” she replied with her beautiful smile.
I got off my car and hurried to open her door before she did. We walked quietly to the elevator. She pushed the button and watched the doors close. Time to make a move, Tazer!
“I had an amazing day, Jonathan” she said with her beautiful smile.
“Would be nice to do it again, don’t you think?”
Not the smoothest, but still...
“Are you serious?”
I looked down at her. She looked like it was absolutely impossible that I wanted to see her again.
“Why not? I had a nice day and I’d like to have another nice day and maybe more nice days with you”
“Alright...” she said, red like a tomato.
The elevator opened its doors to her level. She stepped out and I followed her to her door. Too bad it wasn’t the furthest door in the hallway.
“I guess I’m gonna need your phone number to text or call you”
She took out her phone and took my number then I took hers.
“You mind if I take a picture of you?”
She smiled. I took a picture of her cute face and smiled.
“My turn now” she giggled, already pointing her phone at me.
She took it and I watched her all along. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket but I decided to ignore it. It was our moment. She took her keys out to put it in the lock, looking at me.
“Well...”
I hugged her. She felt so tiny compared to me! That hug was way better than those I have to give to some puck sluts. She wasn’t fit, just natural and it was fine like this. She slowly pulled away and looked me in the eyes.
“Bye Nadia”
“Bye Jonathan”
Patrick woke up first. He looked around him, wondering where the hell he was. He forced his hurting mind to remember what happened last night while noticing something in bed moving. He looked at his right to see a messy haired brunette lying on her stomach. He examined her.
“I was THAT drunk last night? She doesn’t even look fit... And... What’s that on her side? A tattoo? Holy crap! I gotta get out of here!”
Patrick almost jumped out of the bed and made his way as fast as he could to the door without making too much noise. Once outside, he looked around to understand where he could be.
“I’m not far from home. I’ll just get there to sleep more”
...
Nadia’s P.O.V.
* BZZ BZZ *
Uh? I turned around. Who the fuck would call me this morning?
* BZZ BZZ *
I looked around the room. Too much light. I bent over the floor to notice a black iPhone. I didn’t have an iPhone and Tommy’s was white. I picked it up as fast as lightning and read the name on the screen : Tazer. Dafuq?!
“Hello?”
Why did I answer?
“Hey Kaner, where are you? You’re late for this morning’s practice!”
“Excuse me... I think your friend forgot his phone at my place”
“Oh... Well... He left the bar with you last night I guess?”
“Probably, I don’t remember a single thing”
I heard him sigh. My first night with a stranger gone to No Memory Land and answer a phone call from his stranger friend. Damn... I had to be going nuts.
“If you don’t mind, we could meet today so I can get my friend’s phone back”
“Yup... Where and when?”
He explained me how to go to a nearby park. I only half listened, I already knew that park.
“Is that ok with you?” he asked.
“Yeah but... How can I find you?”
“I’m Jonathan. I have a black Mercedes. You know what it is?”
“A very expensive car, yes...”
I heard him chuckle. What the fuck was this conversation?
“Good. And how will I make sure it’s you?”
“Nadia. Short girl with long brown hair. Will probably wear a loose t-shirt”
“Alright. See you there at... 11?”
“Sounds good”
“Ok bye”
“Bye”
I hung up. Last night suddenly worried me. What the hell happened? I put the phone on my table and got up. I picked capri jeans with a Yoshi t-shirt. Coming out of my room, I almost bumped into Tommy, only wearing a towel around his hips.
“Good morning, trouble maker”
“Do you know what happened last night?”
He looked at me in the eyes.
“Where should I start?”
“Oh crap... Something went wrong?”
He shrugged.
“Nope. I’ll tell you after my shower, ok?”
I nodded and slowly walked to the kitchen. It was a huge mess : bottles and glasses everywhere. I opened the fridge and picked a bagel. Without even toasting it, I ate it, leaning on the counter. I tried my hardest to remember what happened last night. I felt like my brain was a bunch of puzzle pieces that don’t fit together. Happily, Tommy didn’t take too much time in the shower and joined me in the kitchen, only wearing boxers. At least the view helped feeling a little better.
“First things first...” he said, pulling a chair to sit down.
“What?” I sighed, trying to untangle a strand of hair.
“Which part of the night do you remember?”
“I know we were here with your friends, drinking and having fun then we got to the club...”
“So you don’t remember the club part?”
I closed my eyes to find it... Total blank.
“Nope” I shyly said.
“Ok... You danced with Don. It was nice to see, you two dance very well together. People were leaving you some space”
I smiled. At least I didn’t make too much a fool of myself.
“Then some of the Blackhawks came by and watched you go”
“WHAT?!”
He laughed.
“It’s okay, I’m telling you : you looked amazing. One of them decided to hit on you and pay you a drink”
I almost jumped on him and stuck my forehead to his.
“WHICH ONE?!”
“Take a guess” he said with a wink.
“Tommy Cortese! Spill it!”
“Number 88 of the Chicago Bla-“
“Patrick Kane?! Oh. My. God. You must be joking!” I almost screamed, standing up.
“I’m telling you : Patrick Kane bought you some drinks and then...”
“I brought him home?”
“Yup. Don’t worry, nothing happened. You both passed out on your bed”
I exhaled deeply while sliding to sit on the floor. I looked at the clock on the wall. 10:45.
“Holy crap I’m gonna be late!” I exclaimed, running to the door.
Tommy watched me run to my room to pick up Patrick’s phone then rush to the door. I slammed it shut.
“Well... Have a nice day!” he flatly said to the door.
...
I walked to the park, tying my hair into a messy ponytail. I could already see the beauty this guy was driving. By far, I could see that the guy looked as hot as his ride. Tall, muscled, Hawks cap and a funny t-shirt... Yum! I took a deep breath and stepped forward to meet... Jonathan! Yay, I remembered! He finally looked towards me and smiled. Wait... Could that be...
“Hi” he said with that familiar voice. “You’re Nadia?”
I lifted up my glance to meet his beautiful brown eyes. I must be dead...
“Yes” I mumbled. “Jonathan?”
“Yup. So you spent the night with Patrick?”
I could feel my cheeks turn red. Did he really have to point it out?!
“Yeah... Kinda embarrassing isn’t it?”
He chuckled. I had to ask him without looking stupid. A real challenge for me.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, no problem”
I got closer to not have to speak loud. I didn’t want everyone around to hear it.
“Do you play for the Blackhawks?” I whispered.
“Busted” he chuckled.
He looked at me with a smile. I must have had a huge smile on my face too.
Jonathan’s P.O.V.
That girl seemed very nice. I had to say something to break this awkward silence.
“Are you from Chicago?”
“No, I’m from Quebec”
A Quebecer in Chicago? Finally!
“Nice! What are you doing here?”
“Trying to find a job”
“And do you have one?”
“Still not”
She replied to every of my question with a beautiful smile. I couldn’t say why, but I felt comfortable with her.
“By the way, here’s Patrick’s phone” she said, handing me the iPhone.
“Thanks”
I put it in my pocket, still looking her in the eyes.
“Do you have something to do today?”
The question slipped without me noticing it. In the end... why not?
“No but I don’t wanna bother you”
“Why would you bother me?” I asked, wondering why she’d ask me that.
“You must be busy and have so much more to do than hang out with... me...” she said, looking away.
“Let’s grab a coffee and talk. Are you in?”
She looked up at me. I opened my car’s door for her.
“Come on, it’ll be fun”
She slowly got closer to the car and carefully sat down.
“By the way, I like your shirt” I said before closing the door.
She giggled. It was nice to hear. I closed her door and got in my car, smiling.
“I never thought I’d be kidnapped today”
I laughed and drove to the nearest small coffee shop.
Nadia’s P.O.V.
What the hell just happened?! I was just going to bring a lost phone to a guy and it happened to be my favorite hockey player of all time! Was karma finally paying me back? It was about time! I was expecting him to stop at a Starbucks but instead, it was a small intimate place. Nice!
“Is that okay with you?” he asked with a playful smile.
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
We got off the car and went up the few steps before the door. He opened it and let me in first, putting his big hand in my back. I shivered instantly. I love boys with big hands. He chose a table at the very back of the room, where no one could see us and there were no windows. We read our menus quietly though I noticed him staring at me from above his. I chuckled, slightly blushing. We ordered our stuff then looked at each other. I’ve always loved his corner smile but at that moment, I had to hold myself from drooling.
“Can you tell me why you chose Chicago?”
“I followed a friend, which is now my roommate. He studies some business stuff at the University”
“Nice”
Our meals arrived while he was about to say something. It felt weird that no one seemed to realize what star was sharing the place with them.
“Why did you choose this place?”
“The food, the atmosphere and the customers”
I looked around. My plate in fact looked delicious, the old pub look was charming but for the people... All older than 50 or so.
“They’re not going crazy over who I am. I think they don’t even realize who I am” he said, half laughing.
I laughed too.
“There is one more reason why I love this place but I don’t tell everyone about it”
“What is it?”
“I love to see old people still in love. Love’s so hard to find today... Especially in my universe”
I simply nodded. He was so damn right. Old couples were so cute to see! I looked around to see couples holding hands on the table, staring contests with smiles... I hoped to have the chance to be like them someday!
“What do you mean by in my universe?”
He exhaled deeply and took off his cap to reveal his lovely flat messed up hair and passed a hand through it.
“I guess you know what kind of girls hang around us, hockey players...”
“Yup. I still don’t understand this phenomenon”
He looked up at me and smiled.
“We don’t see girls like you very often... They’re either sluts or crazy fans”
“I have to tell you that you’ve always been my favorite player but it has nothing to do with your physical aspect”
He raised a brow.
“Ok, it did help but it’s mostly because of your performances and your personality that you’re my favorite!” I exclaimed with a laugh.
He laughed too. We continued talking for what seemed like hours. The sun was way lower in the sky than it was when we first met. Suddenly, my phone decided to ring, letting him hear my super awesome Despicable Me Banana Song ringtone. I answered at the speed of light.
“Hello?”
“Hey girl, where are you?” my beloved roommate asked.
“At a coffee shop with someone, why?”
“It’s 5 and I was wondering if you were going to come over for dinner...”
He seemed concerned while Jonathan was still holding his laughter from my cheesy ringtone.
“So... You want me to come for dinner?”
“Uh-uh”
I exhaled deeply, looking at Jonathan with a sorry face.
“Alright. I’ll be there soon” I said in the most not motivated tone ever possible.
“Ok bye”
I didn’t even take the time to reply before ending the call.
“People want you” he giggled.
“Nah, just my roommate who can’t stand eating alone” I rolled my eyes.
“Then I guess I can offer you the ride home?”
“Yeah, why not!” I said with a smile.
He paid the waitress and we left the place. He opened the door for me again and closed it after I was properly seated. I couldn’t stop smiling. But my smile soon faded away as we were getting closer from our condo. Was I ever going to see him again? I bit my lower lip. Damn, it could not end at that moment!
“Right there” I said, pointing my place. “Just park in front”
He simply nodded.
Jonathan’s P.O.V.
I don’t know why but it hurt a little to end that day. We had amazing conversations about anything, as much in French as in English. I’d probably like to see her again... Maybe... I parked my car and turned it off.
“May I accompany you to your door?” I asked.
“Yes” she replied with her beautiful smile.
I got off my car and hurried to open her door before she did. We walked quietly to the elevator. She pushed the button and watched the doors close. Time to make a move, Tazer!
“I had an amazing day, Jonathan” she said with her beautiful smile.
“Would be nice to do it again, don’t you think?”
Not the smoothest, but still...
“Are you serious?”
I looked down at her. She looked like it was absolutely impossible that I wanted to see her again.
“Why not? I had a nice day and I’d like to have another nice day and maybe more nice days with you”
“Alright...” she said, red like a tomato.
The elevator opened its doors to her level. She stepped out and I followed her to her door. Too bad it wasn’t the furthest door in the hallway.
“I guess I’m gonna need your phone number to text or call you”
She took out her phone and took my number then I took hers.
“You mind if I take a picture of you?”
She smiled. I took a picture of her cute face and smiled.
“My turn now” she giggled, already pointing her phone at me.
She took it and I watched her all along. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket but I decided to ignore it. It was our moment. She took her keys out to put it in the lock, looking at me.
“Well...”
I hugged her. She felt so tiny compared to me! That hug was way better than those I have to give to some puck sluts. She wasn’t fit, just natural and it was fine like this. She slowly pulled away and looked me in the eyes.
“Bye Nadia”
“Bye Jonathan”
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