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Here To Stay

Chapter 8

*WARNING: Contains Sexual Content*
*I'm warning you!*
*Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you.*

A couple weeks passed since my encounter with Jon. He and the Hawks had several away games that kept the whole team out of state for almost two weeks. Occasionally, they had stopped home, but even when they did, the team had practices. Jon called to check in every once in a while, but other than that, I didn't talk to him much. Also, he never mentioned Diane or the topic of our relationship, which was especially nice.

The station was packed with crazy stories and for some reason, several people were missing from the group of employees, slowing the whole process down. It was an adjustment that Max was not happy with. Furthermore, I saw more of Kenny, because Max asked me to cover a couple morning and afternoon editions. Cynthia was out sick and he needed a co-host for Kenny. Despite every fiber in my being, telling me NO, I did it anyways, because I can't afford to jeopardize my job. He attempted to talk to me several times during our segments, but unless the camera was rolling, I ignored him completely, racing off the set as soon as we were done shooting.

Towards the middle of December, the boys all came back from their road trip, winning five of the seven games they played. Logan, being the sneaky and strategic person she is, planted the Raffle event the day after the boys were coming home, when they would already be at the rink. She arranged for the rink to be emptied of its equipment and then replaced it with elegant red carpets, comfy chairs, beautiful tables, a stage, huge curtains, and more.

The boys were told that they had a meeting to attend and they were supposed to dress formally. Security guided them each to the dramatically altered stadium, not telling them the truth behind the trip. When they all arrived, they were trapped and 'angry' to find themselves planted at a large table by the stage.

On the stage was Logan and some crew members, organizing the microphones and sound systems as well as the gigantic bingo-like spinners with pieces of paper inside instead of bingo balls. By the time I had walked in, decked out in a bright red dress that was tight over my curves in the perfect way, the boys were going up on stage one by one, testing out the mics they had attached to their collars. I approached the table, as my camera guy scouted out a good spot to film from. Yes, Max wanted to get some footage for the station. I really was just watching and supporting Logan regardless of my job, but Maxwell insisted that I snag an interview or two about the event.

I approached the table with all the guys at it and stood behind Viktor. I wrapped my hands around his eyes and smirked. The conversations they were all holding quieted down a bit as they noticed me. "Alright, uh... lemme guess... Ellison Philly?" he chuckled. Viktor grabbed at my hands and turned to face me. "Hey!" He practically leapt out of his seat and picked me up.

"Welcome back, Tork!" I giggled, squeezing him tight.

A couple guys 'oohed' at our nicknames. "Oh, haven't you heard? We're dating." Viktor joked as he set me down and wrapped an arm around my waist.

I rolled my eyes and clapped my hands. "Good job this week guys! Some great wins."

"You see my goal!" Dan beamed from across the table. I nodded and gave him a thumbs up. Just then, Jon appeared from behind Dan and gave him a tap on the shoulder. Dan Carcillo looked up at him, smiled, and then walked up onto the stage, ready to test his mic.

Jon looked at me and gave a small smirk, but didn't move toward me. Instead, he sat down in Dan's seat and crossed his arms over his chest. Viktor sat down and patted his lap for me to sit on top of it. I looked to Jon who was paying me no mind. Guess someone got over me. Surprising too, because I look hot tonight. I smirked and took my seat. Viktor was sitting next to both Pats.

"You had a good game too, Kaner." I complimented with a smirk. Patrick twinkled his famous smile and pinched my arm.

"Thanks. Missed you though." He gave me a peck on the cheek and sat back. I was expecting an innuendo or something, but that was fine too. I looked up to check on Jon, but he was engaging in a conversation with Hjalmarsson.

Sharp chuckled, "Wow, you're just the popular lady around here, aren't you?" I shrugged and slowly averted my eyes from Jon.

Just then, Dan returned and Logan was trotting down the steps to the stage rapidly. When she caught a glimpse of me sitting on Viktor, her eyes bulged. "Ellie! Thank God! Get over here!" Viktor patted my shoulder lightly and I stood up.

"What do you need?" I asked, clicking my heels as I walked toward her. As I passed Jon, I made sure to swivel my hips just a little more than usual. God, what am I doing? Am I seriously that crazy about him? What happened to letting him figure out his problems?

"I need you to get the rest of the raffle buckets in here. They're all just outside those doors." Logan pointed a couple feet away. "They have wheels, just roll them up to the stage, okay?" I nodded and walked off in the direction she had gestured to. When I thought about my dress, and what I would do in it, I didn't imagine dragging super heavy buckets up a stage. If there hadn't been a ramp, I'd have been pissed.

Outside the main doors there were seven raffle buckets still sitting outside. I groaned and slapped my head as I gripped onto one. "Need some help?" I turned to see Kaner standing in the doorway. He smirked and moved to grab the container from me.

"I love you." I sighed, grabbing another raffle machine. We simultaneously rolled them out of the main doors into the stadium. I wasn't even going to question his motives for helping me.

Pat questioned, "I know... so, about Jon...."

Ding Ding Ding! Found the motive. "What about Jon?"

"He's kind of pissed, and I think it's because he hasn't seen you... or maybe because you won't date him..." Kaner breathed as he placed the spinner on the stage. "What happened?"

"He tricked me into asking him out, he kissed me by the elevator, and I told him I didn't want to go out with him unless he was ready... He still talked about Diane nonstop, so I said no." I explained before turning to get more raffle turners.

"When was the last time he mentioned her?" he asked as he picked another one.

I shrugged, struggling to remember. "I can't pinpoint it, but.... it wasn't too long ago."

"Just give him a chance. He's not the type that likes to stay single, so if he's interested in you, he wants a real relationship." We dragged the next set up the ramp. "And I know you like real relationships."

I sighed, "Pat, you don't understand."

"No, you don't understand. This will end badly. He's not the type to beg for something, so if he asks you, just say yes, or he might not ask again." Pat rambled threateningly.

"And?" I gaped at his new tone. "What the fuck, Pat? Where did this come from? I thought you just wanted us to have sex!" I groaned as I walked back to take the last of the turners.

"That was before I knew how serious he was about you. Just... if he asks, say yes and stop pushing him away." he insisted.

I frowned as I adjusted the raffle spinner on the stage. "I-I... I just can't do that, Pat. I don't think he should jump into another serious relationship so fast... it could really mess him up, and... and for once, I'm standing up for myself!" He cocked his head and crossed his arms. "It could hurt me too! What if he slips up, and says her name. I can't handle the thought of Jon thinking of another girl while he's kissing me and.... stuff. I have respect for myself and I do not have to endure this humiliation or pain..."

Kaner opened his mouth several times, but none of his arguments seemed appropriate. "Y-you're right... partially... I didn't think how it could affect you, badly that is. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't still give him a chance.."

I sighed and shrugged, unable to find a response. Just then, Nick walked over and our conversation fell like a tyke off of a bicycle. "Hey, buddy!" Nick hollered as he joined us. He gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. "How have you been?"

"Good... great! How are you? Good couple games!" I cheered with a smile.

Nick nodded. "Thanks, I'm good... kind of nervous for this raffle though...."

"Yeah me too." Pat grumbled, glaring at the raffle turners. He raised his hand and punched the one closest to him.

"Hey!" The three of us jerked our heads towards Logan who was standing across from us on the stage. "Those are Rentals!" she scolded. Pat stuck his tongue out as he gingerly patted the machine.

Nick looked at the turners and then looked at me. "Did you put your name in for mine?" he questioned hopefully.

"Or for mine?" Kaner pressed.

I giggled, "No! I'm not participating in this. And you guys need to calm down. Not all Blackhawks fans are crazy. Besides, it'll be fun, and it's for a good cause."

"Right, well a good cause won't be worth much when the crazy cat lady stalks and murders me!" Pat shrieked theatrically.

I shook my head and laughed. Surveying the area, I searched for Logan, who miraculously disappeared within seconds, but all I saw was Jon staring straight at me. I made eye contact with him and smirked. Jon just nodded and turned, serious face on. Not this again. I sighed and turned back to see Pat gazing at me. I shook my head at him and he grumbled something under his breath.

An hour or two passed and the stadium was open for the admission. The seats on the floor and those closest to the floor seats were for those who entered the raffle, and the rest of the seats were for the people who just came to watch. After the raffle, the winners were to go on their date and come back while the remainder of the ticket holders were to be fed a dinner buffet and then listen to music played by some bands that I never heard of. If you weren't interested, they had a viewing of an old Blackhawks game in the lobby or you could go up to the highest level and play a couple games to win some signed gear. I sat down on a floor seat with the wives and girlfriends while Logan was on stage, ready to begin her fabulous event.

"Excuse me, I would like to ask you all to take your seats." Logan announced over the microphone as she stood behind her podium. The stadium hushed and everyone sat. "Thank you, and welcome to the First Ever Buy A Blackhawk Night!" The crowd clapped and cheered excitedly, filling the arena with sound, similar to that of a hockey game. "Hundreds of women have paid to enter their name into one of these raffle buckets in order to win a date with one of the fine hockey players that have joined us tonight. All the proceeds from these raffles tickets and the admission tickets will go to the Autism Awareness Association. And here to speak on their behalf is Karen Shields."

The crowd clapped and listened intently as Karen spoke about Autism Speaks for a couple minutes. She turned it back over to Logan who immediately announced the names of the players. Each man walked onto the stage and gave a wave or a smile to the crowd before heading off, back to their seats.

"And with that, we'll begin. So, first we'll start with the always handsome, Patrick Sharp!" Logan announced. Sharp got a beautiful woman, probably in her late twenties or early thirties, and I was confident his wife would not be so thrilled about it.

Carcillo got a somewhat good looking girl with brown hair, Keith got Carcillo's girl's sister who was a little less pretty and a little older, and Hjalmarsson got a smoking hot blonde, which I was positive he was happy with. Nick got a woman probably in her mid to late thirties, and the guys at the table cat-called, jibing at their friend. Nick, being the gentleman he is, took it in stride. He bowed in front of the woman and gave her a kiss on the cheek before weaving his arm in between hers.

The list goes on, and a few guys got some older women, but it was all fun and games; the team was excited to see who got whom. Stalberg was up next. Logan called him up and did the usual routine introduction. "Ladies, this is Viktor Stalberg, talented forward for the Blackhawks. He's six, three, twenty-six years old, and loads of fun. Want to add anything, Viktor?"

"Well, I like long walks on the beach..." he began, the audience cracked up. "But in all seriousness, I am an amazing cook, I'm obsessed with Big Bang Theory, and I love girls who can make me smile." Too cute.

"Alright then, let's see who won this fine gentleman for an evening!" A man in a suit spun the raffle barrel and picked out a slip of paper. He handed it to Logan who's face changed dramatically. It can't be... "Well, the winner is Elizabeth Bennett!"

Patrick Sharp's wife tapped my shoulder so hard, she nearly pushed me from my seat. I awkwardly stood up. The spotlight shown on me as I walked toward the stage, face as red as ever. I heard Logan mention something about me being on channel eight, but everything else sounded fuzzy. I passed the team's table which only had Jon, Kaner, and Dave Bolland remaining. I shot Kaner a look, questioning if it was his doing. He shook his head and shrugged. I looked to Jon who glanced at me for a moment and then jerked away. Finally, as I made my way up to the stage, I saw Stalberg who was grinning at me like a kid on christmas.

As I joined him, he put his arm around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. The crowd 'aww'-ed at this and I couldn't help but blush and look down. "Congratulations Elizabeth! Did you ever think this would happen?"

"No not at all!" I laughed too happily. My smile was stretching hard against my skin as I tried to ask Logan if this was her doing using telepathy. Something told me it was all her, especially when she winked at me. "I'm thrilled."

"Yeah, we'll have fun." Stalberg commented.

Logan smirked and nodded. "Alright, you two, you can go take your seats over there."

Viktor and I walked over to the row of seats on the stage, holding all the couples that had been called. "I swear, Viktor, I didn't put my name in for you- for anybody!" I whispered as I took my seat.

"Really? I thought you just wanted to go out with me." he chuckled.

I smirked and rested my head on his shoulder. "Well, you know that's always been a dream of mine."

"I know, the ladies can't resist me." he teased.

Later on, Bolland and Kaner were called up, and Kaner did indeed get the cat lady. Jon was paired with a stunning young lady, model material, with bleach blonde hair, a perfect body, and a smile that made anyone and everyone look sad in comparison.

"That just about sums it up for the raffle tonight! If our dates will exit through those doors over there, We'll begin setting up for the dinner and buffet for all of our other guests. Thank you, and remember, donations to Autism Speaks are being accepted just outside the main entrance." Logan concluded.

Viktor, the other winners and I stood up and exited into three limos. I was in a limo with Jon, Kaner Bolland, their dates, and Viktor. Surprisingly enough, Kaner was very nice to his date, even though she easily could have been his mom. Dave and his date hit it off very quickly. Jon and his girl were also very... friendly. They were giggling and whispering in each others ears the whole drive to the restaurant.

When we got to the establishment, Viktor and I got a private booth, like all the other couples. Unfortunately, I was in plain view of Jon and his girl. Viktor and I sat extremely close to one another, more because I was cold in the air conditioned building. If I didn't like Jon so much, I would definitely go out with Stalberg. "You having fun?" he asked as we looked at his menu.

"Yeah, but I'm pissed off at Logan for entering me without telling me." I grumbled.

He chuckled and frowned a little. "But it's not so bad, because you got me."

"Of course! I'd rather it be you over like Bolland or someone I don't know as well... or like!" I confirmed.

"And I'm just so fucking adorable..." he added, giving me a nudge.

I laughed quietly, "That's debatable."

Eventually, our waiter came and we ordered. I couldn't help but notice that Jon and his gorgeous date were getting closer and closer as the night progressed. If they finally touch, I might actually explode.

"And then she died..."

"Wait what?" I coughed, trying to hop back into Viktor's story.

"I thought you weren't paying attention, had to add a tragic twist to my tale." I blushed and took a sip of my water. Stalberg looked from me and then followed my line of sight. "Ooooooh..... you really like him don't you?" he pressed with a knowing smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I stuck my nose in the air and looked away only to hear him laughing behind me. I shoved him, forgetting he wasn't Nick or Pat. "Yeah...."

"Jealous?" he questioned. I nodded and sighed. "Go walk by him. The bathroom's that way anyways. Walk by, come back, and then when you come back to the booth, lean on my shoulder and close your eyes." I stared at him for a minute. Are you seriously giving me advice on how to get under his skin? "Trust me, I know him well enough to know that he loves the little things that girls do."

I shook my head and laughed. "Wow... you're such a good friend, making him surge with jealousy." I joked as I stood up and followed his orders. I could feel Jon's eyes on me as I passed. When I walked back, I didn't make eye contact, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see him looking me up and down. By the time I made it back to the booth, I could have assumed that his eyes had fallen out of his sockets. Viktor helped me into the booth kindly. I leaned against him, rested my head on his shoulder, and gave him a quick peck for extra effect on the cheek before closing my eyes.

"Nice touch." he complimented as he stroked a hair from my face.

I giggled and smirked. "Thank you... Is he looking?"

Viktor yawned, stretched, and wrapped his arm around me. "Oh yeah, he's looking alright... and he's going to beat the shit out of me in practice." he chortled.

"Sorry about that. Viktor, you know that we're not in any sort of relationship after this, right?" I asked confusedly.

He chuckled and looked down at me. "Wow, cute and not looking for commitment.... its a wonder some other guy didn't scoop you up already."

When our food came, I couldn't help but look in Jon's direction. To my dismay, I saw Jon and his girl whispering to one another again. The girl leaned forward to give Jon a kiss and my pulse raced. For a split second, I could have sworn I saw Jon look over to me before tilting toward her too. When they finally touched my heart stopped and I gasped. That is not part of the raffle prize. "What?" Viktor asked. He glanced over to see Jon and his girl comfortably making out, which was definitely not included in the dates. "Oh..."

I was gripping my fork so tightly, I nearly bent it. "I-I have to go." I moved to stand up but Viktor grabbed my hand. Tears were stirring in my eyes when he turned me to face him. I couldn't look him in the eyes, so I stared at a spot on the wall above his head.

"Don't let him ruin your night. You know he's just doing it to get you upset and to make you rush to him." he pointed out. I laughed shakily for reasons I didn't know. I looked down at my hands as a tear rolled off my cheek and hit my palm.

I didn't know why I was crying, because I knew it was fake, all of it, and Jon was just getting on my nerves... Then I had a flashback to when I caught Kenny hooking up with Cynthia in the closet, and I realized why it hurt me so much. It made me feel worthless. I had to tell myself over and over again that he cared about me, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to see through the lie as the kiss continued on...

Viktor stroked my cheek, wiped my tears away, and lifted my head so that it was level with his. "I'm sorry... I-I.... it's stupid, really." I apologized between sniffles.

He shook his head and forced me to look at his piercing blue eyes. "Don't apologize. And don't waste tears on something that you will solve within a couple days. Jon is competitive, and he is stubborn. You have to beat him at his own game in order to get what you want."

I nodded, trying to stifle my sniffles. "It's not easy-.... w-when.... Kenny-" I choked on my words and heaved a sigh, trying to calm my breaths.

Viktor's eyes sank. "I completely forgot...." I had assumed that Kaner or Jon filled him in on the details. "Forgive me for what I'm about to do... but do you want to get him back?"

"Yes..." I sighed, looking back at him expectantly.

Stalberg scooted closer to me ever so slightly and glided his hand from my cheek to my chin. "Again... forgive me... don't move...." he nearly whispered, eyes on me the whole time. I knew it was coming before it happened, but I was still shocked. Viktor bridged the remaining centimeters between us and gently pressed his lips to mine. It was a wet kiss, because my lips were stained with tears, but once I calmed down, it was pretty good.

I was so uptight and mad about Jon, I got a little carried away and started full on making out with poor Viktor. After a couple enjoyable minutes, Viktor withdrew his lips from mine and placed them on my forehead gingerly. I giggled as we rested our foreheads against each other. "I'm sorry.. I got kind of carried away."

"No- psh no, don't apologize for that. Honestly, if you ever don't feel like waiting around for Jon, I'm here." he chuckled as he stroked my hair.

"Don't get any ideas." I joked, resting my head back on his shoulder.

"Fine.... fine... but if you need to make him jealous again..." Viktor teased as he fed me a piece of his ravioli.

I finished chewing and then laughed, "I know who to call... is he looking?"

Viktor waited a moment to respond. "Well, remember when I said he was going to kill me at practice?" I nodded against his warm, firm body. "I would like to retract my statement and change it to torture, maim, and then murder." he chuckled. I risked a sneak peek up to see Jon glaring at Viktor, his eyes fell on me, and they turned to hurt. I glared back and then gave Viktor a tender kiss on the neck. "Whoa!" His body vibrated under my lips. "You're really trying to get at him huh."

"Anything it takes." I sighed, resting back in my spot.

The ride back to the stadium was fine... except for the awkward tension between Jon and I. It seemed like forever before we finally reached the parking lot. Viktor helped me out and then lead me back to Logan's car. He pressed me against it, still in the mindset of winning the game. "You know what would really piss him off?" He whispered in my ear.

"What?" I asked. I was enjoying the fantasy. I didn't have to worry about hurting Jon's feeling or getting into a tangled web of issues with him because it was just messing around with him.... right?

"If you 'go home' with another guy, that's not me." he chuckled. "Jon hates it when girls are with more than one guy." Viktor kissed me passionately and the backed away, giving my stomach a squeeze as he backed towards his car.

I nodded and waved at him with a flirtatious smile. "I'll take your advice." I called as he hopped in. Who to make out with next..... I saw Kaner walking to his car. Close enough. "Kaner!"

His head jerked up in my direction and he joined me within minutes. "Hey Ellie Whats u-ahh!" he started. I yanked Patrick close to me and kissed his neck affectionately. It's safe to say that the combination of alcohol and jealousy had gotten the better of me. "What are you doing?" he whisepered, confused.

"Can you see Jon over my shoulder?" I asked. Pat nodded as I nipped at his ear. "Is he looking at us?" He nodded again. "Make out with me and then take me home." I commanded.

Without hesitation, Pat pressed his mouth to mine and let his hands rove all over my body. I guess I should have been upset that he was so quick to oblige, but I knew well that Pat never questioned the opportunity to get some action. I was in no mood to argue when his fingers went south to my ass. He hissed, "What is this about?" Pat gave me a final kiss and the guided me to his car.

Once inside, I could see Jon seething with rage, fists clenched, eyebrows furrowed, face red, standing in the parking lot away from the other guests who were returning to the Stadium. "Jon thought it would be hilarious to make me jealous at the restaurant. He was making out with some girl. He probably wants me to crawl to him and ask him to go out with me."

Pat reached over the console and kissed me again. I ran my fingers through his hair and let him start driving, giving Jon a perfect view of our previous actions. "Are you sure it was to get you jealous?"

"He hasn't said a word to me today. He's been glaring at me since I first saw him. Right before he and this chick kissed, he looked right at me." I answered, crossing my arms as we grew closer to my apartment.

Patrick chortled triumphantly, "I told you things could get bad if you didn't give him a chance... What did you do at the restaurant?"

"First, I walked by Jon, showing myself off like some bimbo, then I cried, then I made out with Viktor, and then I made out with you." I laughed.

He chuckled, "Who are you and what have you done with Elizabeth Bennett?" I shrugged and looked out the window. I couldn't help but replay the image of Jon's hurt and angry face over and over in my mind. Then I thought about how Kenny had looked in the closet and how Jon looked tangled with the random girl and I didn't feel so bad anymore. My head and my heart were fighting one another for supremacy. "He's changing you..."

I glanced back at Pat as he parked. "What?" I questioned.

Pat repeated as he turned the engine off, "Jon's changing you... You must really like him." I fell silent and refused to make eye contact with him. Is he really? "Well, there's no way I'm going back to my apartment with Jon thinking I slept with his potential girlfriend."

"Yeah, you should probably stay the night." I insisted as I hopped out of the car.

I completely forgot about Logan until she walked into the living room and screamed. I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room to see Kaner wide awake and scared to death of an insane-looking Logan gripping an umbrella. "What the fuck?! Does nobody tell me anything around here?! Let me know where you people disappear to or something!" She hollered, dropping her umbrella. "I thought someone broke in when I saw him on the couch!"

"God... Yeah, Logan, a hobo broke in to take a nap on your couch just for kicks. Ellie, please explain it to her... I need my sleep." Kaner laid back down and fell asleep instantly. I motioned for Logan to join me in her room.

While she slipped into pajamas, I recounted all of the evenings events and then cursed her off for setting me in the position in the first place. "I'm sorry... really... but think about it! When you guys do get finally together, the sex will probably fucking amazing."

The next morning, Kaner rose earlier than Jon, snuck into his apartment, got his stuff, and then headed to the rink. Logan had the day off and used it to sleep after her hard work at the raffle was finally over. I had work myself and I walked into the station to a warm greeting.

"Bennett! My office, Now!" Maxwell screeched. As I slumped in his office, he grumbled. "Why didn't you interview anyone yesterday?"

"I interviewed my friend about the event, but I was tied up because I was picked to go on a date." I explained in monotone. To be honest, I was in no mood to get yelled at, especially when I had a sickeningly painful hangover.

Max nodded and gave me a stern look. "Alright... fair enough. You're no good to me like this... Just... go home, take the day off... you look like someone punched you in the face or ripped your heart out or something like that..."

I stood up and walked out. "You have no idea..."

I arrived at the rink to watch the boys practice half an hour later. I sat down with Patrick Sharp's wife. We chatted about the event the day before and I told her about my date with Stalberg as well as my current issued with Jonathan. In return, she told me how she hated the girl Patrick got, and... to put it in a less vulgar phrase, gave him a couple reasons why he should stay with her, as if he needed them.

As we were gabbing away, I noticed the bleached blonde girl from the night before... Jon's oh so charming date. She sat across the rink, by where the boys kept their water bottles. Jon blew her a kiss a few times, and when they took a break, they met by the gate doors and made out. I'm pretty sure that type of distraction isn't allowed at the rink... My stomach churned at the sight, and I didn't have Viktor or Pat to stall me.

Even more embarrassing, all the guys were staring at me, knowing exactly what was going on. Pat and Viktor specifically gave me pitying looks before they returned to practice. When Jon skated back to the center, he glared at me and raised an eyebrow as if to say 'Had enough?'.

"I have to go..." I sighed quietly, almost inaudible to Mrs. Sharp before I stormed out of there. My eyes were watering by the time I left the rink, and when I got home, I was bawling my eyes out. It was never going to get easier, watching him kiss someone else. It was different when I never had a chance with him, it was a cute dream... Now, he was within my grasp, I cared about him and I knew him so well... and he was stabbing me in the back.

Logan must have expected this, because when she saw me, she already began rummaging in my closet for something. I was crying on my bed when she brought out a short black dress. "You're wearing it. We're going to dinner tonight. Kaner told me that Jon and him were going to this bar, and we're going."

"Logan... I can't do this. It's been one day of play-flirting with other guys, and I can't take it anymore..." I confessed, taking the dress and chucking it at my closet door. "I can't do it..."

She sat down next to me. "You're going. We're going to have fun. He's going to be jealous. You'll feel better when you're dressed up and looking fabulous."

"Logan, you don't get it... " I growled, scooting away from her.

Logan grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at her. "You want to get him back, right? You want to make him jealous? You want... him! Do it. You're stronger than you give yourself credit and its time you show him that. You didn't make the wrong decision in the first place to postpone the relationship, you were looking out for him, and if he wants to be childish, well then you can play that game too."

With that, I squeezed into the dress which was more like a boa constrictor. It didn't look that good on me, but it was revealing enough to make most guys look at me twice. When we walked into the bar, I saw Jon and Kaner almost immediately. I pretended not to see them, and Logan and I grabbed a table relatively close to them. I couldn't help but look at Jon once or twice. He was looking good in jeans and a tight shirt that accentuated his muscles.

He and I locked eyes and for a moment I thought Can we end this? He looked me up and down and then turned away as if sickened. His disgust grew when Logan and I were picked up by these two cute guys. I wasn't for making out with either of them, but Logan and I gave them our numbers, just loud enough for the guys to here. Jon's body stiffened at the sound, his fist clenched tighter around his beer, but he didn't turn around to face us.

We told the guys that we would call them later. They gave us pecks on the cheeks and they were on their way... thankfully. I didn't particularly dislike them, but I wasn't very fond of them either. I also had this horrible knot in my stomach because I felt bad for leading them on when I knew nothing was going to happen. Yet, there was something satisfying in knowing that I not only had a guy waiting for me to call him, but I also was successfully making another guy jealous. I'm sick.

Both Logan and I were content with out progress, so we got up to leave. Of course, me the klutz, stood up and immediately bumped into something... or someone. I staggered backward and bumped into Logan. Thankfully, she caught me and helped me back to my feet.

I blinked my eyes open to see a gorgeous, and now disheveled woman standing in front of me. Her naturally dirty blonde hair fell down her back in practically perfect curls. Her blue-green eyes fluttered open and glared at me, fierce. She was tall too, taller than me. And her body... well go look in a magazine and find the prettiest girl there. I guarantee the girl in the magazine has nothing on this chick. She looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Ugh. Watch where you're going!" she whined, fixing her outfit. Logan and I had planned our outfit to be eye-catching, and for once, Logan's fashion skills were beat. The woman wore a light yellow skirt that just barely reached her knees, a white blouse that somehow managed to still make her look skinny, and a brown bag to match the brown belt she wore along with her brown heels. It was simple, but it made her look beautiful anyways.

"Oh... I'm so sorry. I-what's your name?" I asked, reaching my hand out apologetically. I planned to get her name and hopefully buy her a drink or pay her cab fare or something, to say sorry. I should have recognized her by the expression of displeasure and unhappiness on her face.

She grimaced at my hand as if it was unworthy to soil her perfect fingers. Reluctantly, she faintly squeezed my hand and then dropped it quickly after. "Diane." Bingo! Suddenly, I could picture her at the team breakfast, grimacing around at those at the table as if she hated every single one of them for sucking time out of her precious schedule.

"Right well-" I froze. "What-what did you say your name was?" I asked. She repeated it. No duh. It hadn't changed in the two seconds that I asked her to repeat it. I glanced behind me to see Jon staring between us nervously, and then averting his eyes. You. Ass. I whirled around and grinned. "Right, well, Diane, I am so very sorry for bumping into you. I'm a bit clumsy but- is that Coco Mademoiselle I smell?"

She smirked and nodded. "Yeah! I just got it the other day! What do you think?" Logan gave me a perplexed look. Yeah, I know Coco Chanel. Get at me bro!

I gave her a thumbs up. "Oh, it's perfect. Really great. I like your shoes too." I didn't know much about the girl, but I did know that she liked a lot of attention.

"Thanks! Jimmy Choos!" Diane flipped her hair out of her face as she glanced down at her shoes. She was admiring them as if they were her children. I almost felt bad for coughing and ruining her sentimental moment. "Oh, I'm sorry, what's your name? You look familiar."

"I'm Elizabeth, and this is my friend Logan."

Logan pulled on a fake smile and shook hands with Diane. I don't think she knew who Diane was, but she still didn't like her, that much was obvious. "Nice to meet you." I could tell that in her mind she was thinking And nice to meet your Jimmy Choo-knock offs, you faker!

A few thoughts ran through my head. What do I do in this situation? I could ignore the fact that Diane is probably here to meet Jon... or, I could completely take advantage of it and have a little fun. "Uh, we were just about to go out, this bar is kind of lame, want to join us?" I offered, knowing the answer.

Diane bit her lip and clung her purse tightly. "Oh, I'd love to but... I'm kind of meeting someone her and.. it's pretty important." she huffed.

I glanced around the room, pretending not to know who she was looking for. "Oh, who?" I asked with a fake smirk.

Diane scooted next to me and pointed to Jon. "Him. That's Jon Toews." Diane said it with a know-it-all tone, expecting me to dote and fawn over the professional athlete. I winced and 'ooh-ed' at her gesture. "What?" she asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. "What is it?"

I shrugged. "Oh... nothing... it's just... I hope you're not going out with that guy or anything?"

"Why...?" she almost whispered.

I frowned and wagged my finger, motioning for her to come closer. "Well... he's been... getting around... if you know what I mean... He even hit on me. And I mean, he's cute and all, but I heard he has an STD or something." I whispered in her ear. I could hear Logan shaking silently with laughter behind me.

Diane gasped and flung a hand to her mouth. "No. No way. He... he's not-"

"Yeah, I mean... I heard he was really messed up because of his last girlfriend that-he just snapped and became obsessed with girls... Oh, and.... avoid touching him because... he has this awful rash on his arms." Take that Diane... feel the guilt... feel it!

Diane frowned down at the floor, ashamed, then she glared at me. "How do you know all this again?" she asked skeptically crossing her arms over her chest.

I sighed, "He may have asked me out... Oh, and I have to interview him for Channel Eight and... well, when you spend so much time in the locker room... you hear things."

She nodded. "That's why you looked familiar! Well... thanks for the tip... I wasn't going to go out with him anyways. He's been pathetically begging to get me back since the break up... I was going to tell him to take a hike.. Thanks for the tip Isabelle."

"It's Elizabeth." I corrected.

Diane fake-smacked her forehead. "Right, my bad. We should hang out sometime." Girl code for: Bitch, you'll be lucky if I can remember your name tomorrow.

I nodded and scribbled my number down on a napkin from a nearby table and handed it to her. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jon hyperventilating as Diane took the slip of paper and slid it into her purse. "Totally. We could go for coffee. Have fun... remember what I said about the rash." I scratched my arms for emphasis as I backed out of the bar with Logan. Diane held up the okay sign and winked before walked over to Jon and Pat.

Another thing I noticed about Diane: she was around my age, maybe a little older, but she could somehow manage to afford expensive outfits, jewelry, and perfume. Sketchy.

"Who was that?" Logan asked as we walked down the sidewalk.

I sighed. "Diane."

She choked on the air she was breathing. "Uh-like the Diane? The Diane that cheated on Jon?" I nodded. "The Diane that... believes Jon is a sex maniac with an STD... and believes it's her fault?" I bit my lip and didn't respond, but it turned into a grin and blew my cover. "The Diane that-"

"Yes, that Diane!" I hollered.

Logan shook her head. "You dog... you just threw him under the bus... you threw her under the bus too! Damn."

I shook my head. "Yeah well... I still can't believe he's meeting up with her...." I frowned and walked over to the curb. I sat down and huffed, thinking it over.

It could be him trying to get back with her. It could be him trying to make me jealous. It could also just be him... trying to get closure. How am I supposed to believe that last one as a possibility when I witnessed him making out hardcore with some chick not even twenty-four hours earlier?

"You okay?" she asked as she sat down and rubbed her hand up and down my back.

I shook my head. "No..."

"He watched you leave... Jon I mean..." Logan pointed out. I shrugged. Jon's expression had killed me. He did that thing where he made me feel like dirt again... He was the only one who could do that in a matter of seconds. "Ellie?"

I shook my head. "I don't feel any better... and I need to stop this shit..."

"But-" she started.

"I think I need to be alone for a while...." I sighed, standing up. She stood up with me.

Without warning, Logan insisted, "I'll give you the house to yourself. I have off tomorrow, so I'll just crash at Nicks' for the night. You think you can walk a couple blocks to get home?" I nodded and gave her a hug, thinking in my head Thank you. "I know honey... feel better, okay?"

I nodded and walked along the dark sidewalk on the breezy Chicago night. I made it a couple blocks in silence contemplating things.

I should have just agreed to go out with him when I had the chance. But then I would lose the game... on top of it, it would defeat the purpose of my original stance. He didn't exactly ask me out recently, before he started acting like a jackass. He has to learn that he can't get what he wants by throwing a tantrum. Plus, I did it for his own good. And on top of it, he completely betrayed me by basically picking up a girlfriend. Oh, and by picking up an old flame along the way. That also goes against our previous conversation about eventually going out with ME when he was ready. He also knows about my recent experience with Kenny! How could he do this to me?

On the other hand, maybe it's desperation. He's clinging to the very last thing he can think of to get me to give in to him. If I were him, and I felt like a guy was giving me the run-around, I would probably revert back to a guy that I'm comfortable with, even if his personality is equivalent to that of a Ken doll. I also went a little far by making him believe that I had slept with Kaner. And another thing, why were they at the bar together if Jon should be pissed off at Kaner in the first place? None of this is making sense to me anymore...

Furthermore... there was no way I had a chance with Jon now that Diane was back in the picture. Whether he invited her, like she said, or she invited herself, which seemed more likely considering I didn't trust her, it didn't matter, because she was now back in his life. Jon had to make a choice between me and her... And how can I expect to compete with her? That's like asking a kid to choose between a bowl of ice cream and a bowl of carrots, without any ranch dressing! Diane is the ice cream and she always beats boring old carrots.

"Ouch!" I winced. Someone yanked me out of my trance by tugging at my elbow. I came smashing back to reality when I found Kenny clawing into my arm. "Kenny?" I ripped my arm away from him and glared. "What do you want?" I examined my now red arm.

"Hey honey..." He moved in to give me a kiss when I shoved him away. "What? You're too good for me? I've seen you with a couple guys recently.... talking on the phone to some guy, giving your number to someone tonight... I also heard you've been sleeping around." I shook my head in disbelief as he pieced everything together. Smart cookie... kind of. "So basically, it's okay for you to have sex with a bunch of people, but I cant?"

I shook my head and walked away. "Look, you don't understand, Kenny. This isn't about you. And I don't have time to mess around, so leave me alone." I hollered.

"Get back here!" Kenny grabbed my arm and threw me against the wall. I couldn't move much in my dress so escaping was impossible. "You little slut! You are worthless and you know it... I was the best thing that ever happened to you, and you liked the attention, didn't you." He pushed me harder against the brick again, causing the wall to scrape my legs. Then, seeing I was thoroughly spooked, he walked away. "You bitch... too good for me... but good enough for getting STDs with some sleazy guys and shit..." he mumbled as he sulked in the opposite direction. Ironic that he assumed Jon, Kaner, and possibly even Viktor had STD's when I had just lied to Diane about Jon having STD's. It's a small world in the head of sick-minded individuals I guess...

Once he was out of earshot, I sank to the ground and allowed myself to sob endlessly. As I wiped my eyes, I glanced up and down the street to see Jon by the bar's entrance, staring at me. Diane wasn't with him. His expression had blatantly softened from its previous state. He walked toward me slowly.

I didn't want to solve a fight because I was being pittied. I wiped my eyes and kept the eye-liner and mascara from smudging my face. I quickly slipped off my heels and jogged down the street toward my apartment, desperate to prevent him from seeing me like that.

The wind in my eyes made me cry more, so I furiously smeared my face and sprinted faster. I turned around to see if Jon was following me. Thankfully, he wasn't. I slowed down to a walk as I rounded a corner and made it into my building. When I finally reached my room. I was spent, emotionally from the multiple situations as well as physically from running about a mile barefoot. I was so grateful that Logan or anyone else for that matter wasn't there, because I was ready to collapse and never get up.

I went to my bedroom and slipped out of my dress, leaving it somewhere on the floor. I sluggishly crossed from my room to my bathroom, ready to shower. I had planned on letting the hot water calm me down and hopefully relieve me of some stress... or at least, that was the plan.

As I walked, I heard a sharp inhale and I knew something was wrong. I turned to see Jon at my front door, looking me up and down. Just seeing him made me want him. It took me a second to remember that I was stark naked.

I looked from Jon to the bathroom door and back in a second. Realizing how vulnerable I felt, I sprinted for the bathroom. The fatigue had tricked my mind into believing that Jon wasn't really there, at first. However, I understood that he was actually in my apartment when I heard his rapid footsteps follow me into the bathroom.

I turned to see him standing in the bathroom doorway. He moved quickly inside, closed the door behind him, and locked it wordlessly. I nervously grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. "What are you doing here?!" I screamed.

Jon closed the distance between us and slowly brought his hands to the towel and lightly dragged it down. He kissed my cheek and then my lips and he was moving down to my breasts when I grabbed his face and jerked it upward to eye level. "What are you doing?" I hissed again as I backed away from him and wrapped the towel tighter.

"I can't take it anymore... you win..." he breathed as he moved toward me again. I ducked under his arm and turned the shower on, hoping he'd take it as a sign I wanted him gone. "When I saw you crying tonight... I-I...You don't know how hard it is not to rip that towel to shreds right now..."

I shook my head and slapped him when he turned around. "I hate you! You can't just waltz in like this and pretend everything is better." I yelled. I punched him with my free hand repeatedly until I ran out of energy, pounding away with every last ounce of effort. "And Diane? Really? That's not a way to prove that you're over her!" When I gave up, Jon speedily stripped from his clothing and shoved me into the shower. "I hate you..." I attempted in protest as I 'accidentally' dropped my towel.

"It's not what you think. Please... I can't do this anymore..." he pleaded as the water sprayed our naked bodies. Jon pressed himself up against me, letting his throbbing cock hug my thy. "You have no idea.... when I thought you and Kaner...." Jon practically punched a hole in the wall, he was so angry. He kissed my shoulder tenderly and I bit his neck harshly in response. "Ouch!" he jolted back. "Talk. You're not touching me until you talk." I crossed my arms over my chest and shoved him back.

He frowned but nodded. "Okay... Diane called me... she wanted to talk... And, you and I obviously weren't on good terms... so I said okay, another way to get under skin."

"Which worked you jackass..." I grumbled, looking away. I could feel my hair start to stick to my head as it became drenched by the water.

Jon reached forward to touch my face but I slapped him away and glared in response. "Right, sorry... Uh, well, then she came and said she wanted me back-" So much for my scare-tactics being effective. "She... apologized for cheating on me... and she said she was going to try and regain my trust."

I involuntarily raised an eyebrow. "So... why aren't you back with Ms. Perfect right now?" In all seriousness, I didn't understand why he was in my apartment at all when he could have easily been doing the same thing with Diane. She was taller, prettier, more coordinated... Granted, her personality sucked, I mean even I could see that, but still... Jon's young, he should be able to have a couple flings before he starts worrying about whether he found the right girl.

He smirked, then frowned, as if conflicted about something. Jon shifted his weight to one leg and scratched his head as he explained. I hated when he did that, because it caused his arm muscles to flex... and in the steamy shower, it looked even better. "Well.. first off, because she called me an, and I quote 'STD ridden sex-fiend who would be lucky to have me back'." I literally had to hold my breath to keep from laughing; I thought it was funny before when I was telling Diane in the first place, but it was nothing in comparison to hearing it from Jon while he had his serious-face on.

It didn't work. I burst out laughing. I still was mad, but I let a few giggles escape. Unfortunately, I ratted myself out, because Jon gave me an accusing look as he crossed his own arms over his chest. I pouted and looked at the floor. "Yeah... my bad."

"I kind of figured that it was you..." he scoffed. His hair started sticking to his forehead at his point and he reflexively shoved it out of his face.

I argued, "In my defense, I was-I mean am- pissed at you... and I have a right to be."

Jon's face went red with annoyance. "I have a right to be pissed too and-!" He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh before continuing. "Never mind... that's not the point. The second reason was that I don't love her... I don't think I even like her at this point."

I rolled my eyes. "Convincing."

He chuckled, but it wasn't a happy one. It was more of a I-can't-believe-this-is-happening-right-now chuckle. I mean... who doesn't have relationship conversations in the middle of a shower... oh, right, MOST NORMAL PEOPLE. Normal is overrated anyways... "Elle... seriously? I'm being honest here."

"Not honest enough to tell me you were going to talk to her in the first place!" I hissed. I would have thrown my arms out in front of me for emphasis, but being in the shower, I risked hitting Jon in the face... which wouldn't have been that bad. Speaking of showers, I was surprised I hadn't looked down at all... I was proud of myself!

He pointed out, "Elle, where in the rule book of friendship does it say I have to tell you that?" I think we left friendship behind at the Halloween party... rules went out the window along with it."If you were my girlfriend, maybe it'd be a different story, but friends come to friends about issues when they're ready... whether that's at the time of the event or months later! Plus, we were fighting! Friends who are fighting typically don't call each other up and have a nice, little chit-chat!"

I huffed. The steam in the shower was rising between us, fogging the sliding glass doors and the mirror sitting behind Jon. "You're right..." I admitted.

"Wait, what?" Jon did a double take and gasped, "You're admitting your fault?"

"Shut up, okay? I-you're right... we were both mad... we both did... stupid things and I'm sorry." I mumbled, biting my nails as I spoke.

"I'm sorry too... If we're still being honest here, I wanted to kill you when I saw you drive off with Kaner... That set me off-" he began, glaring down at me.

When i opened my mouth to protest, he grinned. I don't know why. "Yeah, well you and that blonde chick were-" I began. He pressed his lips to mine and it temporarily made me forget whatever it was I was upset about.

He argued, "She means nothing to me... I... I wanted to make you jealous.... Besides, you and Stalberg were-"

"You looked me in the eyes right before you two k-" Just then, Jonathan spread my legs apart and slid his fingers inside me. I let out a soft moan as he stroked back and forth repeatedly. I couldn't help but smile at the feeling. "You-you can't get off-f the hook... that easy...." I sputtered under his pressure. "That bitch-" Jon made another swift flick of his fingers and silenced me.

He kissed at my neck and I miraculously held back the impulse to scream. "I think I know a way that I can make it up to you...." Jon brought his fingers down my aching slit and pushed inside me. I gave a few thankful wails as he sent a shower of sparks throughout my lower body. "Look at me..." he whispered. I locked eyes with him and took in his intensity. Just then, he pushed himself all the way in my wet slit, shoved me against the tiled wall and my eyes shut.

I was struggling for leverage against the wet, slippery floor. I bit my lip and forced myself not to make a sound. "You'll have to do a lot better than that." I giggled as I reached down and stroked him. His breath caught at my faint touch. I held him in my hands and moved up and down the shaft.

"Ohgod-Elle...don't stop!" he whispered. I pushed him against the shower doors and kissed him into next week.

"You're too easy." I teased quietly. He glared at me for the comment. I moved my hand to make him say my name again when I felt his hands grip my sides. I squealed as Jon scooped me off of the ground, opened the bathroom door, and sprinted into my bedroom. Within a couple of seconds, my soaking wet body was lounging on my used-to-be dry bed.

I sat up on my bed and I forced Jon down onto the comforter so that his arms were splayed to the side. Jon moved to sit up, reaching for me, but before he could refuse, I straddled him and literally dropped myself on his cock.

"Wait, Elle, are you...?" he began.

"I'm on the pill." I confirmed as I continued. He moaned appreciatively as I slowly rocked back and forth over top of him. He reached forward and spread his hands over my ass, encouraging me to keep going. "You know, I'm still mad at you..."

As I traced my hands along his abs, I prayed that he could come before I did, more for my own satisfaction than anything else. "I-I.... I didn't do anything with her. I promise" he whispered as I closed my eyes. In a flash, Jon flipped me so that I was on my bed, face down, butt up. "Hold on..." he chuckled to himself.

"What-" I began. Jon slipped into me from a new angle. He put himself halfway in and teased at my special spot. It only made me want the whole package. "You scared or something?" I teased. "Chick-"

I unexpectedly groaned. Jon reached down and tickled my button while simultaneously pushing himself farther inside me. "Chicken my ass..." He created a rhythm of bringing himself as far into my spot as he could, and he kept the beat with his fingers. "And what about Kaner? You used him against me." he breathed. I couldn't believe we were still talking about this... now... of all times! But we were. I was hopelessly ready to come, so responding was out of the question, but I didn't want to explode before him. I instinctively tightened up and Jon took notice. "You trying to outlast me, baby?"

I opened my mouth to answer when he drew himself almost completely out and then brought himself inside me, full force, rubbing my special spot at the same exact moment. Like waves crashing over the shore, an orgasm hit and it ripped through me. I screamed his name so loud, I would probably get complaints from my neighbors. Jon drained himself inside me as the last bit of me spilled over the edge.

He fell beside me and stroked my hair. I blinked open to his his brown eyes staring back at me. "You're beautiful..." he sighed as he pressed his lips to my forehead. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to recoup from Jon. "You don't know how badly I wanted to kill him..." he mumbled. My eyes fluttered open to see him giving me the serious face. There was something different in his eyes, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I also didn't know whether Kaner or Stalberg was the 'him' he was referring to. "During practice, I hit him into the boards so hard... He and I cursed each other out and then he told me what really happened..."

"You're an asshole..." I laughed, knowing it was all I could say. Jon rolled his eyes and stared at me. "...I cried when.. I saw you kiss her..." I confessed. I looked away, uncomfortable. "The only thing keeping me from crying when I saw Diane was the fact that you were there." I glanced back to see Jon's face alter slightly to hurt or maybe pity. He was hard to read. "Viktor.. he told me... practically gave me a playbook on how to piss you off... So I used it."

Jon sighed. "Yeah, I talked to him too... he explained himself."

Jon reached forward to brush my hair with his fingers but I grabbed his hand, commanding his attention. "You aren't mad at him though-" I began.

He shook his head reluctantly. "No... I mean, I'm always going to give him shit for touching you, but other than that... we're cool. But I seriously thought you and Kaner had sex..." he huffed.

"Did you listen to anything I ever said? Ever? LIke ever in life?" I glared at him. "Never in a million years, bud. Besides, that's what I thought about you and blondie when she was with you the next morning..."

"Oh... well... about that-" Jon sputtered awkwardly. He looked down at his hands, avoiding my eye contact.

For approximately three of the longest, most silent seconds of my life, all I could see was red.

"You didn't." Jon's only reaction was to frown back at me.

Shit's going down. I raised a hand to punch him but the jerk just grabbed my wrist lightly. Jon rolled over top of me and laughed, "No, I didn't Elizabeth Bennett. I already said that, don't you listen?"

He stayed on top of me, staring into my eyes. I couldn't look at him. I was a bit embarrassed for falling into his trap. "What about Diane? What happened with her after you left?" I questioned, giving in and looking at him.

Jon groaned. "I told her I didn't want to be jerked around anymore.... we could be friends, but that's it. Then, I left. I trust Kaner made sure she got home alright... Anyways, does it matter? I don't really want to think about her right now!" I smirked and averted my eyes as he chuckled over top of me. "You know you're really beautiful..."

"You already said that..." I blushed, feeling his cock throbbing AGAIN.

He batted his eyelashes and gave me a peck on the cheek. "When I walked in your apartment and saw you, I was so ready to take you right then and there."

"You basically did! And how did you get in anyways?" I giggled, feigning anger as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He frowned and bit his lip. "Well.. I kind of... stole Kaner's key... when I saw you and Logan leave."

"So, you were coming to my apartment no matter what?!" I scoffed incredulously.

Jon smirked. "Yeah... I had the same idea and with any luck it would have ended like this... but then I saw you crying on the ground and... it all took a back seat to your well being.... Why were you crying anyways?"

I glanced at the ceiling, trying to gather up the courage to tell him the truth. I couldn't look him in the eyes, but I spoke anyways. "It was Kenny...." I told him everything that happened, everything he said to me. I told him about how I didn't want to let him see me break down, and how I needed to get home.

"I'm going to kill him." he stated matter of factly. I looked over to see if he was joking or not, which was stupid. "I'm serious." No. Duh. When aren't you?

"Jon, don't. Just drop it, okay? I can handle this myself." I huffed. He gave me a skeptical glance. "Now I'm being serious." Jon growled and glared at the ceiling. "It wasn't that bad... I was on my way home and-"

"And then you were going to wind down with a shower, but I kind of ruined that." Jon chuckled, lightening the mood somewhat. I blushed again, thinking that he wasn't interrupting anything... in fact, he was making my previous plans better. "What?" he asked with a smirk. I shook my head and put my hands on my face. Shit, he knows something. "What were you thinking?"

I whined, "Nothing!" Jon gripped my hands and flailed them around playfully. "Jon stop!"

"Tell me! It can't be that bad." he insisted. Jon reached down and pinched my sides, producing a squeal from my mouth. "Spill it Bennett!" I gave in and told him after about the third ticklish pinch and promptly crawled out from under his warm body. I may have.. possibly planned to 'imagine' what just happened between Jon and I.... and after I told him that, I sneaked under my covers and hid my face under a pillow. Embarrassment doesn't even begin to sum up my feelings, but unless I wanted to be pinned down the whole night.... Okay looking back, I wouldn't mind being pinned by a naked Jon. Ever. "So... was I better than your fantasy? Huh?" he ribbed as he tried to find me under the covers.

"To be honest, Kaner was better last night." I laughed.

"What'd you say?" He gasped.

I giggled as I scooted away from him. "You heard me."

"That's cruel." Jon scowled and yanked the covers down, exposing my upper body.

He tickled at my stomach. "Don't even!" I grabbed at his massive hands. Jon let me mess around and 'hold him back', but a minute later, he was back to tickling me. "I take it back. I take it back!" I wailed, my back arching as he ticked my stomach. I exhaled deeply as I held Jon's hands in front of me... "I still outlasted you though as far as your little game went, right?"

Jon frowned and nodded as he pushed against my grip to get to me. "Whatever, just don't start sleeping with any of the guys. Come here." He scooped me in his arms and laid down on the bed. "You ready for more?" he chuckled, regaining a normal breathing rate.

"You mean are YOU ready? I wanna try something..." Jon gave me a confused look as I pushed him back on the bed. his lower body was covered with the comforter still. I slipped underneath it and moved down his legs.

"Elle..." he breathed.

I found his dick, standing to attention when I got there. The drinks I had that night had worn off, so this part was all me, no use denying it. I baited him by licking his head ever so slightly. Jon groaned. I did it again and then pulled my mouth over his shaft. His eyes fell closed as I stroked his taut skin and slowly pushed him further to my throat. Jon opened his eyes to watch me finish as I did a couple flicks of my tongue and twitches of my fingers. He whimpered as I licked his hard-on up and down a few times. I sucked on his tip and left him screaming my name. Jon pumped his load into my mouth and soon fell still.

I snuggled up next to him and smiled at my accomplishment. "You're crazy Elizabeth..." he breathed as he pulled me closer and kissed my head.

I shrugged and rested my head against his shoulder. "You make me do crazy things..." I countered with a smirk.

"I'll have to pay you back... definitely." he concluded, opening his eyes and staring at me. I blushed and looked away, suddenly returning to my shy self. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?! My brain hissed and fizzled as I tried to make sense of everything. "You'll be screaming my name... I promise..." I closed my eyes, ignoring this comment, mainly because it only made me want to do the whole evening all over again... and I was blushing again. "You want to go on a date with me?"

My eyes blinked open. Thinking of something witty, I responded, "Usually you ask a girl that before you sleep with her..."

Jon turned on the bed to face me. " I know, I kind of broke my own golden rule. Seriously, go on a date with me Bennett. If you say no, all of this will have meant absolutely nothing..."

I gave a cursory glance and frowned. He was staring at me with his big brown eyes, practically melting the heart of millions as he grinned. At least he cared and wanted all of me, not just my body, which was still mind boggling to me. "I mean I guess so." I joked with a smile. "Of course."

"Tomorrow morning, you, me, Paris?" he asked, tilting my chin towards him for a kiss.

I nodded. "It's a date... except I kind of have work and you do too..." I giggled, closing my eyes as I kissed and lightly bit his bottom lip.

"Fine... another time..." he insisted as he wrapped his arms around my waist and dragged me closer to him.

I yawned. "....uhuh...Another time...."

"Tomorrow night, instead?" he questioned as I began dozing off in his warm arms. "Ellie? Elle.." he lightly poked my stomach and I jolted to attention.

I laughed and coughed. "Huh? What?" I asked.

"Dinner. Tomorrow night. Just us?" he repeated. I nodded and snuggled back up next to him, ready to sleep. "Goodnight Chief."


sequel please!
hockaayy hockaayy
i really hope you write a sequel! i loved this story!
van Riemsdyk van Riemsdyk
This was amazing :D Please post the epilogue!!!!!!
i love this story so much! please update soon!
van Riemsdyk van Riemsdyk
Aww, she tried French for him <3333 So cute.
neon.band.aids. neon.band.aids.