Stay a Little Longer

“Nichole, are you ready?” my best friend Lindsey yelled as she waited for me to walk out of my room.

“No. Remind me why you’re dragging me out to the clubs tonight?” I groaned.

“Because, I need a night out and you haven’t gone out since what’s his name.”

“I’ve gone out! I’m just sick of all the sleazy guys that try to talk to me, like I’m sorry, but no.”

“Maybe tonight you’ll find that one guy that isn’t creepy!”

“If I wanted a new guy, I’d go find one myself. But, since I love you, I’ll go out tonight.”

“Yay! Now come on! The club won’t be open forever!” I groaned again but followed my best friend out the front door and down the elevator. We opted to walk to the club, being it was only two blocks away. As we approached the club, Lindsey was able to skip the long line outside because she knew the bouncer. “Hey Paul,” she exclaimed as we stepped towards the club entrance. “Any cool people in tonight?”

“You know there always is, but you might want to brace yourselves for who you will see tonight!” Paul replied, letting us pass by.

“Ooh! Maybe you will find someone tonight!” Lindsey laughed in my direction.

“Doubt it, this girl is stone cold,” Paul shook my shoulders. I rolled my eyes.

“I just have standards. I’m not a big fan of stupidly drunk guys trying to rub their boners on my back, that’s not cute at all,” I defended.

“Yeah, yeah. Just go have fun and try not to punch anyone tonight,” Paul smirked, pushing me into the club. I immediately felt the beat of the bass course through my veins, ‘this is going to be a long night,’ I thought to myself. I have nothing against going to clubs, I actually usually love going to clubs and dancing, but only when I’m in a dancing mood.

“I’m going to get a drink, you want anything?” I asked Lindsey once we sat at our roped off usual table.

“Coke and rum please!” I nodded my head and headed to the bar. I ordered Lindsey’s drinks and mine and waited for the bar tender to bring them over to me.

“Can I buy you a drink?” I heard a masculine voice from behind me.

“No thank you,” I replied, not even looking at the guy who had asked me.

“Really?” the guy asked again. Oh boy. Now not only do I have to walk away with two drinks, but I also have to deal with this persistent prick.

“Really, I already have a drink and have no desire to have another at the moment,” I said, turning around, looking to see the man who would not give up. HOLY SHIT. “Especially from you,” I added.

“Ouch,” the man responded, holding a hand to his heart.

“Here’s your drinks Nichole,” the bartender handed me the drinks.

“Thanks Dave,” I winked at him. I proceeded to walk away from the bar, but the guy followed me.

“So are you banging the bartender or something?” he asked.

“That would be none of your business. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to my table,” I sassed, making a b-line to Lindsey.

As I approached Lindsey, she was giving me a knowing smirk. “I can’t believe you just shot down Patrick Kane.”

“I promise you I’m not missing out on anything. He has a bad rep with the ladies. And like I said earlier, if I wanted a guy, I’d get a guy. Now drink your drink so we can go dance.” I watched as Lindsey took her drink and downed half of it quickly. I smiled and took my drink, following her lead. “You ready? This is my song!” I yelled as Meghan Trainor’s NO remix came on. I yanked on Lindsey’s hand and dragged her to the dance floor.

As the song went on, I felt myself loosen up a little, until I felt someone behind me. “Want to dance?” The voice asked. I rolled my eyes, recognizing the voice as Patrick Kane’s.

“Uh, no.” It was perfect timing in the song too, because the next line that came over the speakers were, ‘thank you in advance, I don’t want to dance.’

“Well, that’s unfortunate. I think you’re beautiful.”

“How original. Now, please, let me dance with my friend!” I looked over at Lindsey, who was now dancing with another player from the Blackhawks. Shit.

“Well, she looks a little preoccupied at the moment, I don’t think she’d mind if we danced for a bit,” Patrick smirked smugly.

“She might not, but I do. Bye,” I waved him off and sighed. I started shaking my hips again, slowly making my way away from him. As I was in the zone, I ran into someone. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I freaked out.

“Nichole?” The man asked.

“JONNY!” I quickly wrapped my arms around him and gave him a huge hug. “Your boy is trying to hit on me. You wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would you?” I questioned.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said the guys and I didn’t encourage him to talk to you.”

“Fuck you Jonathan. You know me better than that. You set the poor kid up for failure.”

“I wouldn’t call a guy who is older than you a kid, but I guess he did go in blind sided.”

“Why would you do that? Did he need an ego deflate or something?”

“No, actually your uncle thought it would be a good idea for him to get whipped into shape.”

“He’d murder you if he knew you were trying to set up Pat with me, you know that right?”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take. If anyone could tame the beast it’d be you. You should have seen him when you shot him down at the bar earlier. Just give him a try,” Jonathan almost begged.

“What makes you think that I want to give it a try?” I questioned skeptically.

“How long has it been since Ass Face? When is the last time you’ve gotten any? It could be beneficial to the both of you, plus Pat can be romantic. Just let him take you out on a date.”

“Will my uncle find out about it? I’ve been warned against Pat. I don’t want anyone getting in trouble. And I happen to know that I’m off limits to you guys,” I stated.

“I’m aware. Coach won’t know unless you tell him, or Kaner blabs his mouth in the locker room and someone tells him, but I doubt that would be the case.”

“Maybe. I’m not going home with him tonight, just so you’re aware. I can’t wait to see the shock on his face tomorrow at practice though,” I giggled.

“Is that tomorrow already? Wow, yeah, he is going to be shocked. “Well, since I’ll see you tomorrow, we can talk more then, yeah? I gotta go find Linds before she thinks I abandoned her.”

“You know, it’s going to get confusing this summer having two Lindsey’s around. We’ll have to figure out a way to differentiate the two.”

“I mean, we can always call your Lindsey short stack,” Jonathan laughed. It was true though, my best friend was a little on the shorter end of the stack.

“Alrighty, we’ll figure that out later. Say hi to your Lindsey for me, and tell her that she needs to make it over to my place for lunch sometime soon.”

“I will, and I have no doubt that she’ll jump at the chance to see you again, it’s been a while since the original Nichole and Lindsey caused any trouble,” Jonathan shook his head at the thought.

“HELL YEAH! We’re getting the band back together! No promises that we won’t get arrested again… sorry about that one,” I winced, remembering the time Lindsey Vecchione and I had gotten ourselves arrested in the Buckingham Fountain.

“You both made it out alive, so that’s all that matters,” he laughed, giving me a hug and a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow Kotex!”

“Stop. I’ll talk to you tomorrow Capitan Serious,” I snapped back. We both hated our nicknames, and used them to mildly piss each other off from time to time. In fact, his name in my phone is his nick name, and vice versa. Oh well, one day we might be able to shake the names, but for now, what could we do?

I heard the song that was playing and I immediately started dancing again. A few minutes later, I felt someone behind me again. UGH. I turned around, bracing myself to fend off another horn dog, but found Patrick again. “Can I help you?”

“So let me get this straight, you will talk to Jonathan Toews, but you won’t even give me the time of day? Why?”

“Jonny T and I go way back. We were just making plans to catch up,” I simply said, not stopping my hip swaying.

“Right, well, I just wanted to let you know that you truly are beautiful, and I’m not just saying that to get into your pants, not that I haven’t imagined it in the last twenty minutes or so, I mean, you are a dime, but still, not my intention for the night,” he sounded sincere. Hmm, maybe Jonathan was right about Pat being a good guy. “Can I at least get your name?”

“Nichole. Last name isn’t important.”

“Well, Nichole, can I please get at least one dance with you?” he almost pleaded.

“I guess one dance won’t kill me, but that’s all you get,” I smirked as Rihanna’s song Work(remix) came on over the speakers. “Come on P. Kane, show me what you’ve got,” I smirked as I grabbed his hand, leading a shocked Patrick Kane over to the middle of the floor, stopping him and turning so my back was to him. I don’t think he expected to make it this far with the way he carefully placed his hands on my hips and left a conservative amount of space between the two of us. “You can get closer, I won’t bite,” I giggled as I heard him let out a breath.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Oh my God. Do you want to dance or not? If you do, act like it and get closer. I feel like were at a middle school dance right now,” I snapped.

“Sorry,” he trailed off, pulling on my hips, brining my back up to the front of his body. As soon as I felt my back hit him, I started moving to my own rhythm, waiting for him to either switch it up to his, or match me. He quickly got into it, first moving along with me, but then slowly guiding us in his direction. As he set the pace for the movement, I allowed one of my hands to reach behind me and rest on his thigh. He let out a super small groan when my hand started rubbing up and down his thigh gently, and I smirked. He was too easy for this.

One of his hands started dipping lower than my hips, and the tips of his fingers brushed the inside of my thigh, making me shiver at his touch. This time I let out a small moan and my eyes rolled back a bit when his fingers moved around. I couldn’t last any longer without doing something stupid, so I turned around and removed myself from him, looking into his questioning eyes that were glazed over with a fiery lust. “I gotta go,” I breathed as I placed my hand on his cheek and caressed it, turning as the last of my fingers cleared his chin.

“Wait, can I at least get your number?” he pleaded.

“No,” was all I said with a smirk, making my way over to Lindsey, telling her I was going to head back to the apartment. If Patrick were serious about wanting my number and not just a hook up, he’d get it tomorrow, after everything is out in the open at practice.

Notes

Sorry if this sucks, it's my first story on here, and I'm no where near a professional writer status! Also, some chapters will be named after songs!
NO - Meghan Trainor

feedback would be greatly appreciated!