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Never Expected This

Chapter 6

I wanted nothing to do with Brendan and those people. I wanted nothing to do with the outside world. I wanted to be alone. By myself. With none threatening me, dropping drinks on me and lying to me. I know it's hypocritical for me to say the last one since I've lied twice to Brendan but it wasn't a big lie. I know their's something up with him because none attacks me. None cares about who I talk to or who I hang out with. None cares about me. But they've started to since I've been seen with him or in his surroundings. This is why I stay home and read book. You're being dramatic. my conscious told me. Maybe, maybe I am being dramatic but I don't care.
I didn't even know where I was going, I didn't care. I would walk till night fall if I wanted too. I would walk till I returned to my normal self. But Bren... I mean he didn't seem to understand that. I had only walked for 10 minutes before being stalked by his SUV. He lowered the window so he could talk to me.
"Isabelle, where are you going?" He asked. Not telling to you.
"Isabelle, answer me." Nope! I kept on walking. At some point I thought he had given up on me because the car was no longer near me but when I turned around I saw that he had stopped the car and was now walking towards me. I quickened my pace. Leave me alone.
"God Dam it!" he shouted. "Isabelle McFadder, would you just stop walking away from me." He said. I did what he said. Not because he asked but because I had many questions swarming my head. And I didn't know the answer too. So I turned around and faced him.
"What Brendan?" I said harshly.
"Can we talk?" He said.
"Aren't we talking right now?" I said. He sighed heavily
"I meant in the car; out of the cold." He said.
"No, I'm good. And if I'm not cold, you shouldn't be either." I said. The guy is wearing more layers than me.
"Fine, whatever. Now do you want to tell me what the hell was that back there?" He said, not in the same warm voice he normally used when talking to me. He's pissed off. So am I.
"Oh so you want to know?" I said sarcastically.
"Yes! I want to know." He said raising his tone.
"You! You're what's wrong." I said. He looked taking a back from my statement.
"Me?" He asked returning to his soft voice.
"Yes, you. In the span of 17 hours, 2 girls have showed their disliking of me. And I'm not a person that people hate. Do you know why? Because I don't get in between what people want. I don't stand in their way." I said.
"But what does that have to do with me?" He asked. It has everything to do with you!
"Brendan, I'm not stupid. I know when someone has status." I said, an assumption. But from the look on his face I was right. I caught on whatever it was he was hiding.
"I...er... I don't--"
"Don't lie to me." I said firmly.
"I'm not!" He said.
"Then stop hesistating and tell me the truth. Who is Brendan Gallagher?" I said.
"I'm me. The person you meet at the concert, the person you hung out with yesterday and the person you slept in the same house with." He said.
"Answer my question or I walk right now and I'll never talk to you again." I said.
"Easy there. No need to give ultimatums now." He said.
"Fine then answer me." I said.
"Do you what hockey is?" He asked. I live, in Canada, and he's asking me if I know what hockey is?
"What do you think I am, stupid? Of course I do." I said.
"Good. So I'm a player... You know I play hockey." He said.
"You mean you're a hockey player." I said. He nodded.
"You're joking, right?" I asked. Please be some messed up joke.
"No, it's true. I play hockey. You don't follow it much?" He asked.
"No." I said. Hockey was my dad's thing. He loved it so much and so did I but once he passed, I didn't bother to watch it.
"Oh, do you know the NHL?" He asked. He can't be playing at that level. Please be some prank on Just Laugh.
"Why are you asking me all of these questions? Brendan out with it!" I said. I can't deal with this.
"Well, I play for one of those teams." He said. He can't... he can't possibly play for them. That was his favorite team. My dad's favorite team.
"The Montréal Canadiens." I whispered. He nodded. I didn't say a word and he didn't dare to say a word. How? When? How? Why? Why? Why!
"Why!" I shouted.
"Why? Why what?" He asked.
"Why couldn't you be a drug dealer or something? I said.
"Excuse me?" He asked. Isabelle, calm down. It's not his fault that he plays hockey for one of the most recognized hockey team in world. No biggy.
"It would have been easier to be your..." I didn't know what we we're. I'm embarrassed.
"To be my what?" He asked.
"To be with you. You know expend my social network." I said. Really you're social network? He looked at me with that confused look he had last night.
"Never mind what I said." I said.
"Isabelle..." He said. I sat down on the side of the road. After a moment of silence, I finally spoke.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. I was no longer mad but a bit hurt.
"I was afraid I guess." He said sitting down next to me. I looked in his eyes. They held so much secrets.
"Afraid of what?" I asked softly. He has or should I say had his reason's to hide this from me like I have my own secrets.
"I was afraid that you love my status above me. That you wouldn't care about me or how I was. That you only want to know THE Brendan Gallagher; the Habs forward. Then me, Brendan Gallagher , a 22 year old guy." He said. Maybe Cat loved him above him. I felt bad for him. But at least he trusted me. That's the first time I've been a person confier... Well their's Ann but she doesn't count. I grabbed his cold hand with my surprisingly warm hand.
" I won't. I promise." I said. He looked at me with those eyes. Those beautiful eyes and finally said.
"I trust you.That's why I wanna show you something." He said getting up which ended up with pulling up as well. I almost fell forward due to the strength he used to pull me up but was not. Because his hands held my waist to balance me. And my hands on his toned chest so I didn't go closer to him.
"What is?" I asked barely audible.
"My family." His warm breath gently brushed my face when he spoke. I wanted to speak but I didn't trust my voice right now. Not when I was so close to him. So I nodded. He made a swift move and removed us from that position. I was thankful but also unthankful that he moved us.
At least he kept one arm around my waist as we walked back to his car.

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