My Skies Are Turning Black

Jonathan's mother answered the door with a smile, and led us into the living room, where Jonathan and his father were sitting. He looked up at me, then back down at his feet again, his face expressionless. Typical of him to act cold and calculating towards me. We sat down in the living room as Mrs.Toews mumbled something about tea and headed into the kitchen. You could practically feel the tension in the room as we all sat there in silence, smiling whenever we made eye contact with someone. Six minutes to be exact had passed. Mrs.Toews came back with the tea. Jonathan said something into his father's ear, but he just pushed him away. Jonathan looked pissed. "Alright. So before you guys got here, we figured something out. Jonathan, well, we all, agreed that...Harley will move in with Jonathan at his apartment in Chicago. They will live together and once the baby is born, then we will have to see if they will still live together." His dad stated in a confident tone.

"Wait, hold on. Why will you have to decide if she will still live there or not after the baby is born?" My mother chimed in.

"Well, we managed to get Jonathan to agree to live with Harley during the pregnancy. After that he still wants the baby. And no relationship."

I had stayed quiet this whole time but I couldn't take it anymore. "What is even the point of that? Then in that case, no. If that will be the final decision then you won't ever get to see MY yes, MY baby. Jonathan needs to grow up and take responsibility. He's going to be a father for God's sake! You just can't accept that your son is an irresponsible immature jerk. Maybe he shouldn't be having sex if he can't be an adult!" I bit back my next few words. I had already said too much. I saw the uneasy look on their faces. My mother put a hand on my shoulder. I suddenly felt extremely embarrassed.

Jonathan's mother spoke up. "Okay, things are getting too far now. Look, I think everyone should agree with this decision for now, and as time goes on, maybe our feelings will change. And maybe Harley and Jonathan will grow to be happy together. But for now, this will be the decision." She looked to my parents, who said nothing but just nodded. What the fuck. So, Jonathan gets to be an asshole and gets his way. And what I want doesn't even matter. Huh. I got up from the couch and my parents got the hint.

On the car ride home I looked out the window and relieved the memories of the night I first met Toews three months ago.

I stood inside the restaurant bathroom applying red lipstick. It was my nineteenth birthday, and my friends had brought me to a fancy downtown restaurant for dinner. I took a last look at my outfit. It was a emerald green sparkly dress that I paired with black strappy heels and my blonde hair in loose curls. I looked amazing. With one last look in the mirror, I stepped out and went to my table. All four of my closest friends were already there. "Oh my God, Harley. You look fucking hot." My best friend Annalise exclaimed as she took a look at me. We'd known each other since fourth grade and knew the other inside out. She was very pretty, with her mid length black hair and fair complexion with green eyes, she got all the guys all the time.

"Aw thank you babe. We hugged and I sat down at the seat next to her and opened a menu. But before my eyes met the menu, they met with a guy sitting at a table across from us. He was sitting with a few other well dressed and young guys. "Wow.." He was very good looking. Dakota, also a friend i'd known since fourth grade, leaned into me.

"I know right!" She squealed. "You should get his number tonight. I saw him checking you out when you walked in!" I looked at Dakota. Okay had she seen herself? Like Annalise, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her hair was stick straight and light brown, all the way down to her waist. Her eyes were a greenish blue colour and her skin was flawless. Tonight she wore a strapless black mini dress. She should be the one getting their numbers. Yeah I was just as pretty as all of them but I didn't have the pretty, popular girl guts that they had. All throughout high school in a international school in Germany, we were that group that everyone knew.

"Okay, maybe later on tonight." I replied as I skimmed the main course.

"But Harley just do it now." Izzy whined. I looked up at her.

"I said later. Now shut up bitches." She went back to her phone instantly. I looked around at all of them. Isabelle, Izzy, was a bit on the rocker side. She always wore Taylor Momsen style heavy makeup, and was a bit too revealing with her dresses, but beautiful none the less. And then there was Mackenzie. She had perfect blonde hair and was the definition of preppy. Everything was always perfect with her, from her subtle makeup and always new designer bags to her matching heels. They were my besties, but they were the pretty, popular, badass girls who all the teachers were wary of. The pretty wealthy girls who threw the best parties. Not me. I was the quieter one in the back. But it was always obvious that I was the alpha. Whatever I say, goes. As the night was almost over, I put down my desert and got up as I saw the guy walking over to me. I walked towards him as I didn't want our conversation to be anywhere near my nosy friends. He stood in front of me.

"Hey. I've been looking at you all night and I think your really very beautiful. Your heavy makeup friend over there told me your name before you sat down. Harley, right?" He held out his hand. "I'm Jonathan. Jonathan Toews." That bitch Izzy. I glared at her and she turned back to the table. Shaking his hand, he told me about how he was a famous hockey player and not a random creep.

"In fact, you can google me." I laughed.

"No no, I believe you. I see your teammates and coach."

"Alright. So...would you like to go for a drive? Or.." He questioned. I pondered where this may go.

"Well, we could go for a drive. And then see from there." He shrugged and led me out to where his Mercedes was.

"So Harley you live here in Chicago?" He asked as he pulled out of the parking.

"Nah. I live in Germany. I'm here in Chicago with my friends this week cause today is my nineteenth birthday."

"Oh, happy birthday!"

"Thank you!" We drove for the next hour around downtown Chicago and when it was 12am, he asked if we could go to his place, and I said sure.

"Wow, so you live in Trump Towers. Hard to get a place here, huh?" I asked as I stepped into the grand apartment.

"Yeah. They put you on a waiting list and shit for just being considered to live here."

"Nice, nice. Hey where's the washroom?" He pointed to a door to the right. I stepped into the large washroom and instantly felt the chill of the air conditioning adding to my nerves. Shit. I knew what was supposed to happen. Who makes the first move? Me? Fuck. Whatever. We'll wing it. I adjusted my hair and makeup and went back out and sat by Jonathan on the couch.

"Uh, so, do you wanna...?" I looked up from my phone.

"Huh what?...oh, you mean.." I felt so stupid. He nodded.

"Yeah. I didn't wanna pressure you or anything.."

"No no. We could I mean..I could lose my virginity." He laughed.

"Well, then." He leaned into me and kissed my lips. We got into a make out session and I impulsively climbed on top of him. Fuck this was getting hot. His hands reached behind my back and tugged the zipper down and pulled the dress off and my bra with it. Jonathan pushed me onto the couch and positioned himself on top of me.

"Uh, unless you wanna be on top?" I shook my head.

"Fuck no." I slowly pulled down my underwear as he unbuckled his pants. My heart was racing. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go through with this but at the same time all I wanted right now was this. I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled him down onto me. A moan escaped my lips as the first wave of pleasure rushed through my body.

"Fuck your really wet right now." He whispered.

"God Jonathan. And your saying it like it's a bad thing. Just shut up and fuck me." He smirked. I had always imagined my first time with a guy but I never thought it would feel as fucking amazing as it was."

It was almost 9:30PM when we finally got home. As soon as I got inside, I went straight to my room and locked the door. God he was such a jerk. What was I supposed to do now? I lay in my bed alone with my thoughts and before I knew it, I fell fast asleep.

-S-
I was in the midst of watching Netflix when my phone rang. Who would call me at 12:30 in the middle of the night? The caller ID was the Penguins GM. "Hello?"

"Hey, hi Sidney. Sorry to bother you in the middle of the night and after everything that's happened, but it's very important. It's about your career." I shot up from the couch. My career..

"Is it bad?"

"Well, not really. Uh, depends on how you take it."

"Okay. Shoot."

He sighed. "Sidney, the decision has been finalized that for the 2014-2015 NHL season, you will be playing for the Chicago Blackhawks." That news hit me like a punch to the gut. So no more Pittsburgh. No more of my loving teammates. No more Geno. And no more being Captain. Now, I would have to put up with the arrogant Hawks, and their snarky remarks. And Jonathan Toews.

Notes

Yes I know the end is a little crazy but in this story I will be using some real stuff about the players and some stuff I will make up for the sake of the story aha.

-xoxo, Adelie