Kirsten's POV
We pulled up to the club, and I never even thought about the fact that I was still holding Tyler's hand, and I doubt that he even remembered, because he doesn't think about people like that, he's more of a one night stand person. But I have had my share of those, especially after what happened with Brendan. It took me a while to get over him, but I did it. I slept around a little, because it was fun, or I wanted it to be fun. I'm not proud of it, but there's nothing I can do about it now. And I have a habit of making bad choices sometimes.
Tyler said, "Well, here we are. Do you want me to be really convincing if he is here?" And smiled at me.
"Yes, I really want him to think you're into me. If that's not too much trouble. We stepped out of the car, and he came over and put his ar, around my shoulders, like we were here together. It was honestly kind of nice. He pulled me in tighter as we neared the door, and after we walked through the door, I've saw the party was in full swing, but all of the hockey players that were there were in the VIP area, and he steered me there. And I saw Petr, and Justin Abdelkader, Helm, and a lot more. Many of the Stars players were there too, and almost everyone was surprised to see Tyler with me. Amid the players, I spotted Brendan, and so did Tyler. He said "Want a drink?" Really loudly.
"Sure! I'll take a tequila sunrise!" I answer just as loudly, making sure he could hear. As he walked away, I went to find Petr. "Hey, what's up?" I ask him.
"Nothing much. Did you come here with Tyler?" He asked, "because Smitty looks pissed."
"Yeah, I did come with him. And I don't care if he's pissed or not. You gonna find a hottie to dance with?" I asked.
"Probably not, you know me." He said. Then Tyler came back with my drink.
"I can't drink too much, I have a job interview tomorrow at 9:00,a fm also I don't want to make bad choices." I told him.
"Why not? Bad choices are usually the most fun!" He yelled. I nodded, and he said, "wanna dance?" And I pulled him out to the dance floor. And the entire time I could practically feel Brendan's eyes on me. Tyler grabbed my hips, but it surely wasn't convincing enough, because Brendan didn't look mad enough.
"Make it really convincing," I whispered in his ear. He spun me around, and started grinding his hips into my ass, and Brendan's face got red, and he walked over to get a shot. I kept dancing with Tyler, until we started getting sweaty again, and it was really fun. Lots of people were pointing, and talking about us, I knew. I went to get my drink, and I decided to take a shot of fireball, because it was my favorite. Tyler and Petr downed one with me.
Petr leaned down and whispered in my ear, "What is going on with you and Tyler?" And I laughed.
"We were just dancing, but Brendan doesn't have to know that!" I told him.
"Are you doing that to make him jealous?" He looked at me funny.
"No, I'm really not! I just want to show him that I'm completely over him." I explained.
"Okay, well, he looks pissed."
"Good going I don't care! I want another shot!" And someone handed me a shot of something, and I downed it right away. I also had another tequila sunrise, and I was sufficiently buzzed. I walked over to where Tyler was chatting with his teammates and I said, "I'm going to request my jam, so come dance with me!!" And I dragged him off. I found the DJ and asked if he would play Buddy Holly just for me, so I could sing and dance to it. He obliged. It came on, and I made Tyler sing it with me, and most of the club joined in, because who doesn't love that song?
"oooo weeee ooo ok I look just like Buddy Holly! Uh oh and you're Mary Tyler Moore!" And kept going, until I collapsed laughing into Tyler's arms. All night I had been thinking about the real feelings I had for Tyler, and wanting to hook up with him so bad, but knowing it would be a one night thing bothered me, because I didn't want to lose him as a friend. He was supporting me, a lot, and he bent his head down a little, and we smelled like booze, and he held me tighter, and we kissed in front of the entire club, and I didn't know whether he was trying to convince Brendan I was over him, or kissing me to kiss me. I hoped the latter. He whispered in my ear, while still supporting me, "Wanna get out of here?" I looked up at him.
"Yeah, I do. Wanna come over? I have to make sure Marie won't be there though..." We went back to the VIP area, and I found Marie taking to Jamie, and I asked her, what I thought was quietly,"Are you going to be at home tonight?" and Brendan heard somehow, and came up by us.
"You're still the same slut, aren't you?" And he gave a shitty look.
"As I recall it, you were the one that cheated on me, not the other way around, and what I do is none of your business anymore, you gave up that right when you hooked up with that girl!" I shouted, because I was a little drunk, and he pissed me off. People within hearing range looked at us, but most of them knew what happened.
"At least I didn't use you to get hot girls numbers! You got every hot hockey players number through me, and I never said anything about it! Slut!" He screamed at me.
"If you had ever said anything about it, then I would've stopped. And sorry I made friends? I didn't cheat on you, ever. I don't care what you think! If I hook up with Tyler that's my business!" And Tyler picked me up, and took me outside, and Petr came too. "Hey! Put me down! I wasn't done talking to him!" He set me down, but the two of them kept a hold of my arms.
"You call that talking? That was a screaming match, and in there is definitely not the place for it. Come on, we're going home." He had a stern look on his face.
I drank too much, and I knew it, but I couldn't stop myself. "I thought you were supposed to be fun! O thought you liked to party!" And he picked me up again, and threw me over his shoulder, despite the fact that I was only 2 inches shorter than him.
I heard Petr say, "Please take good care of her..." And Tyler walked off, with me over his shoulder, me pounding on his back, yelling at him to put me down, that I wanted to go back in. He put me in the passenger seat, and buckled me up.
"You can't drive either! You drank too!" I told him.
"One, I didn't have as much as you, and I'm way bigger than you."
"I don't want you to wreck my car!" I said.
"Where's your phone? I want to plug in music." And I hated him my phone, and he turned it up, probably to drown me out. He turned into my apartments parking garage, and turned off the car. "You know you're apartment. Building is right down the street from mine, right?" He got out of the car, came around and opened my door for me, and helped me out.
"No, I didn't know that. Come up with me.." I tried to walk on my own, but stumbles immediately, and he grabbed me.
He laughed and said, "Trust me, I couldn't let you try to get in on your own," he put his arm around me, and led me to the elevator, and when we got to my room, he opened the door, and asked which room was mine. He led me towards my room, and when we got in, I went to kiss him again. He let me for a little, and he did kiss back, until I started moving towards the bed. Then he stopped, and told me, "You should get to bed..."he trailed off.
"I don't want to sleep." I said, making my intentions clear. He looked around my room, and saw the shorts and sports bra I slept in last night, and told me to get changed. And I obliged, while he was still right there. I took off my shirt, and changed my bra while he was still watching, and then he looked away. I put on the shorts, but said in a whiny voice, that is quite unlike my own, "Why won't you have sex with me?" He turned back around.
He wrapped his arms around me. And said, "it's not that I don't want to. Because I really do. But I want you to be sober. And I want you to remember it." He said. It took me a while to process it, because of his reputation, this is the part where we fuck, not where he develops moral standards.
"Fine, will you stay with me though? All night?" I ask. He takes off his shirt and jeans, and is just in his boxers, and tucks me in, then climbs in with me.
Tyler's POV
She wanted me to dance with her convincingly, so I did. It was fun, and I saw that it was really pissing Smith off. Which was the girl. She acted like she was really fun, and I wanted her to want me so badly. After we sang to Buddy Holly, she looked like she was having so much fun, and I wanted her to be having fun because of me, but then she had to go and drink more, and get in that screaming match with Brendan. And I don't blame her in the slightest for being mad, the guy is a pig, but that was not the place for that conversation. I took control of the situation. I grabbed her, and Petr followed us. She wanted me to take her home, and I wanted to take her home.
She wouldn't stop fighting me, all the way to the car though. Once I got her to her apartment, she started kissing me, and I did not want to stop at all. But I knew she was drunk, and mad. I didn't want to be someone's revenge fuck. Which is what it would be. She asked me, "why won't you have sex with me?" and I wanted to fuck her bad. But I didn't. I don't know who was more surprised, me or her. So I just climbed into bed with her, and put my arms around her, and she fell asleep while I was sitting there thinking.
I didn't know her particularly well, even though we'd known each other for a while. I knew she was athletic, I could see it, and I could feel it, with my arms around her. I know she played college volleyball, and I know she wanted a job as a physical therapist. We had two openings actually, and Jamie told me she already had an interview there. I knew I wanted to spend more time with her. I didn't know why I didn't want to do her. I mean, I did, but I don't know why I didn't. And pretty soon I fell asleep as well, thinking about why this girl was different.

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