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Stay a Little Longer

A Chance

I woke up the next morning wondering how today will go. Uncle Joel had called me a while ago and asked if I wanted to mess around on the ice during practice. Naturally, I couldn’t say no to Uncle Joel, so I had agreed to drag myself out of bed on a Saturday morning. I quickly showered and threw on a pair of Lululemon leggings, a black Lulu workout tank top, my white Nike free’s and threw my hair up in a ponytail. I scarfed down some breakfast and left a note to Lindsey telling her where I’d be.

I made it to the parking garage and got into my car, heading out to Johnny’s Ice House. Once I parked my car, I grabbed my duffle bag and went to find Uncle Joel.

“There she is! Glad you managed to get out of bed!” Uncle Joel took me in for a big hug.

“I considered skipping out, but it’s been too long since I laced up skates. It will be good to get back out there,” I smiled.

“Well, go get ready, the boys are already out on the ice.”

“Locker room?” I asked, sometimes you never know who may be straggling behind in a hockey locker room.

“It’s all clear. Hurry up!” he called as we parted ways. I quickly ran down the hallway to the locker room to lace up my skates, and practically flew to the ice.

I rounded the corner to the entrance of the rink, and immediately saw Jonathan skating by. “Hey Jonny!” I yelled through the glass.

“KOTEX!” he yelled back. I rolled my eyes at him as he skated over to the entrance, waiting for me to hop on the ice. “Fancy seeing you here,” he smirked.

“Long time no see, eh?” I giggled. Uncle Joel looked over in my direction and blew his whistle.

“Bring it in boys, today we will have a very special person join us on the ice, Nichole?” he looked at me. I skated my way over to him, spraying him with snow as I came to a stop. “Always a dramatic entrance,” he rolled his eyes.

“Hey guys, I’m Nichole, Coach Q’s niece,” I introduced myself. “You guys mind if I join in on your practice?”

“If you play half as good as you skate, I don’t see why not!” Andrew Shaw commented.

“Careful there Shawzie, she’s got a wicked slap shot,” Uncle Joel warned.

“Do you play?” Shaw asked me.

“I used to, not so much anymore with school and all, but I think it’s pretty safe to say that my skills have not gone down, my dad would kill me before I stopped lacing up skates,” I laughed to myself.

“Wait, why would your dad kill you?” Nik Hjalmerrson asked.

“Oh yeah, boys, I forgot to mention that not only is she my niece, but also the daughter of Geoff Simms,” Uncle Joel explained.

“WHAT? Geoff Simms is your father?” Shaw’s mouth now hung past his chest, as well as half of the others.

“Uh, yeah. But, I was born after his career ended, so I know him as a business man, not so much as a former NHL player,” I shrugged.

“I’m so jealous right now. Wait, Coach, you didn’t tell us you were related to him?” Shaw continued.

“Not by blood. We were line mates back in the day and we were each other’s best man, keeping in contact after he busted out his rotator cuff. I was there the day this one was born,” Uncle Joel shook my shoulders.

“And now you’re stuck with me!” I smirked.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“So are we just going to stand here or are we going to play some puck?” Jonathan tried pumping us all up.

“Can we do shooting drills first? I need to warm up my swing,” I asked.

“Shoot out drills? Boys?” Uncle Joel looked at the guys, who all nodded in agreement. He then nodded his head for us to all get on the line and wait our turns for the drill. I skated over to the line and waited for my turn in-between Jonathan and Patrick Kane.

“You didn’t tell me you were my coach’s niece,” Patrick nudged me.

“You didn’t ask,” I said flatly.

“Hey Kotex, stop fraternizing and take your shot,” Jonathan smirked at me.

“Fuck you J. Fuck you,” I groaned as I went up to the line. I built up a little speed and danced with the puck down the ice, going top shelf on a backhand. I heard a lot of hoots and hollers from behind, so I turned around to celly for the guys.

“Nice goal Kotex, maybe you can teach Kaner how to properly score a goal,” Jonathan laughed.

“I swear to God I will kill you if you keep using that name,” I gritted through my teeth.

“Why is that your nickname?” Patrick asked innocently.

“Ugh, I was drunk at Jonny’s house last summer and a tampon became a microphone for Lindsey and I as we terribly sung karaoke, and since I whipped out the damn thing, it became my nick name,” I rolled my eyes as Jonathan smirked at me. “Fuck you Jon. Seriously. Can I please get a better nick name?”

“Hang around here more often and I’m sure you’ll get one,” Patrick added.

“Well, I might have to just to get rid of the God awful one I have now,” I groaned.

“Does that mean I’ll be seeing you around?” Patrick put two and two together.

“Probably, I can’t stay away from the ice, and I desperately need a new nick name.”

“KANER, you’re up!” Uncle Joel blew his whistle.

“Show me you deserve my number,” I joked, getting Patrick’s full attention. He smiled and skated towards the line, effortlessly sending the puck to the back of the net. He turned around and did his heartbreaker celly, pointing at me in the end.

“So does that mean you’ll give me your number?”

“Maybe. Find me after practice and we can talk about it.” I skated to the other side of the rink and did a few half-length laps.

As I was going for a fifth lap, Jonathan joined me. “So are you going to give him your number? He was devastated last night when you didn’t give it to him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him act that way over a girl before. Usually he’s into the whole hump and dump thing, but not with you. I think you showed him that he can’t always get what he wants,” he explained.

“Seriously? There is really nothing special about me. I mean yeah I know how to shoot a puck, but I don’t know. I’m not really a hockey player type anymore. Tyler kind of ruined that one for me, plus Patrick and Tyler are very similar.”

“Except Patrick is 27 and Tyler is 24. Patrick is at the age where he is starting to realize that sex and partying isn’t the meaning of life. I honestly think that he’d be good for you. He’s genuinely a nice guy, not just for media interviews.”

“I don’t know J. I just don’t want to get into something that I can’t handle. I mean yeah he’s super attractive and is an amazing hockey player, I will give him that, but I don’t know him as a guy.”

“Then get to know him. I know you; remember what I said last night? Just give him a chance.”

“I hate you, you know that?”

“Oh please, you love me and you know it.” I rolled my eyes at him and gave him a small shove.

“I’m going to go get changed before all you stinky guys invade the locker room,” I said, skating away from the center of the ice.

“We aren’t that bad,” Jonathan called after me, earning him a flip off from yours truly.

I wiped off my skates with a rag and handed them over to one of the equipment guys to dry the insides out. After I changed into running shorts and out of my Lulus, I waited outside in the hallway. ‘What am I getting myself into?’ I asked myself. Honestly, I was going against almost all my rules, and decided that if Jonathan approved, then I should be fine. I trusted Jon, he was like the big brother I never had, so if Jon said Patrick was a good guy, then why not give him a try? Ugh, why me?

“Hey, so can we talk?” Patrick emerged from the locker room, headed straight to me.

“Yeah, let’s go over here,” I motioned to the random couch in the hallway.

“So, I’m sure Tazer’s told you some things, and I’m also sure you’ve heard some things about me from the media. I swear I’m not like that anymore, and if you’d be willing to, I’d like to take you out to dinner after the game tomorrow.” Damn Pat. I looked straight into his eyes, looking for his true intentions. When I found that he was being serious, I sighed.

“Sure. I just want to make it clear though, I’m not a one-night stand.”

“You don’t strike me as one,” he laughed, remembering last night.

“Here, give me your phone,” I reached for his phone in his hand. He handed it over, allowing me to put my name in. “You aren’t scared that my uncle might kill you if he found out?” I asked, making sure he was in this thing.

“He scares the shit out of me sometimes, but I’ll handle it if word gets out.”

“Alrighty, well, I’ve got to go see said uncle for lunch, text me what I need to know about tomorrow,” I smiled, getting up off the couch.

“Sounds good. I’ll talk to you later,” he awkwardly gave me a side hug, blushing when he realized what he did. “I’m so sorry, that was weird,” he looked straight at the ground.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, just next time give me a real hug,” I smirked, picking up my bag. Next stop: fid Uncle Joel. “Bye Patrick.”

“Bye Nichole.” With that, I walked down the hall to the coach’s office. Nobody was in there yet, so I perched myself up on Uncle Joel’s desk, not caring if he saw how I was sitting.

“Really Nichole?” Uncle Joel shook his head as he saw me sprawled out on his solid oak desk.

“It’s comfy,” I defended. He jerked his thumb signaling me to get off. “Buzz kill,” I huffed.

“You’ll survive.”

“So, where are we going for lunch?”

“Fogo de Chao?”

“Sure, I have to change first though, I can’t exactly show up in my workout clothes.”

“That’s fine, your Aunt is meeting up with us, so I’m going to wait till she gets here, should be in about twenty minutes or so, then we’ll head over. Bring Lindsey also.”

“Okie dokie, I’ll see you there then,” I gave him a hug and made my way out to my car.

*bzz* from: unknown
hey nichole, it’s Patrick. I realized that I didn’t even ask if you were going to be at the game tomorrow night…I probably should have asked you that before I asked you on a date after

A wave of happiness rushed over me. What the hell? Get a hold of yourself Nichole. I shook my head and replied:

from: Nichole
yes, I am going to the game, I wouldn’t miss it for the world, plus I think your coach would appreciate it if I actually used the ticket he set aside for me.

from: Patrick
right. Well, how does Italian sound?

from: Nichole
sounds perfect actually. I’m a sucker for lasagna.

from: Patrick
good! I know of a great place, make sure you are dressed nicely

from: Nichole
okie. :)

I grinned to myself at the messages. Dear lord, I was turning into a schoolgirl; definitely not on my list of things to do. I shook my head and threw my duffle in the trunk of my car, calling Lindsey on the way back, telling her to get ready for lunch with Uncle Joel and Aunt Elizabeth, and giving her a heads up about my situation with Patrick. She was obviously excited for me to move on with life and get back in the dating pool, especially since she scolded me last night for not giving him my number. Oh well, he’s got it now.

Notes

Comments

im so sorry, I'm literally the worst. a lot has happened in my life and this sadly had to take a back burner for a while. i will update as soon as i have enough time to. I'm excited to see where this story is going to go, and hope y'all are excited also! again, super sorry about my taking 93890238 years to update

chicagoxgirlx23 chicagoxgirlx23
7/30/16

you should bring seguin into the story and bring some drama

kaykay kaykay
5/27/16

Cant wait to read more.

Timtoes88 Timtoes88
4/29/16

They're so cute!!!!

Mel13 Mel13
4/16/16