chapter six; part one.

"I'm leaving tonight at seven, you're gonna visit right?" Pat said over the phone.

"Of course, I just gotta get school figured out" I replied. "One sec, someones at the door" I continued as I heard the doorbell ring. As I opened the door, I saw Pat's face. I jumped into his arms and held on to him with everything I had. He was leaving for Chicago tonight for training camp.

"What are you doing here?!" I said, running my fingers through his curly blonde hair. He could really use a hair cut.

"You really think I would leave without saying a proper goodbye"

"Well.... almost" I laughed, then gave him another kiss. He came inside for a few minutes, then had to leave again.

"When do you think you will come visit?" He asked.

"A few days" I smiled, "I'll call before I leave the airport"

"Okay, see you then" He smiled. He started to walk away as I closed the door, then turned back around to my doorstep.

"Steph.." He begun. "I love you"A smiled spread across my face, and I could feel myself light up. The words took a minute to sink in but I finally got a hold of them.

"I love you too, Pat" I said continuing to smile. He moved forward and cupped my face for one last kiss. This made my surprise for him even better!

chapter five.

It has been a few months since the Memorial Cup. The London Spitfires won but only by one goal. I took almost all my stuff out to Plymouth and spent my summer with Tyler. Everything about Pat was erased from my mind, until today.

It was draft day, and Pat was going for first pick, alongside Tyler. I got dressed and followed Tyler's family down to the arena where we would wait for the players to be picked. The ceremony finally started and the Chicago Blackhawks had the first pick. "From the London Knights, we proudly select, Patrick Kane." As they called his name, my eyes found him and my stomach went weak once he looked over in my direction... This was all wrong, I wasn't meant to be here with Tyler, I was suppose to be here with Pat. I followed him as he hugged one girl, who wasn't his sister. It was the blonde girl from the game that night he was all over her. I kept my eyes on him, and I could feel the tears began to form, but Tyler grabbed my hand and brought me back to his focus. I put on a fake smile, and held tighter on to his hand. Nothing felt right about this. After Tyler got selected for second pick, I went out to use the washroom.

"I'm sorry" I said, bumping into someone. When I looked up it was Pat... "Uhh I have to go" I stuttered.

"Steph wait," He said, but I kept walking. I could hear him start to move across the floor towards me, then I felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned around and before I could say anything, our lips were brought together. I felt so right, our lips moved perfectly together. I finally pushed him away realizing what I was doing and saw Tyler approach Pat from behind. Tyler grabbed a hold of Pat and before I could stop it, Tyler nailed Pat in the face.

"Tyler!"

"Don't say anything. You enjoyed that kiss just as much as he did."

"Tyler, wait!"

"Don't!" He yelled, then he was gone. I kneeled down to see his Pat was okay.

"I'm so sorry" I said helping him up, "Come with me" I linked my arm with his as he held his one eye with his other hand. I brought him down to the locker rooms, which we were able to get into now that Pat was in the NHL. He sat on one of the massage tables as I handed him an ice pack, then turned back to the door to leave.

"Don't go"

"I have to go find Tyler"

"Steph, -- "

"Pat you cheated on me! Why wouldn't I want to walk out on you, I shouldn't even be here. I should have never came and this wouldn't be happening right now." I said before he could finish.

"I didn't --"

"Don't even start Pat, she's at the fucking draft with you."

"Would you let me fucking finish!" Before I let him speak another word, I turned to hit the wall out of frustration with my fist. Instead I hit someone.

"What the fuck!" I whiney voice yelled.

"Well, that always works to" I said laughing, "Serves you right to bitch." It was Pat's 'girlfriend' I had just hit and the feeling of punching her rushed threw me so fast I had the biggest adrenaline rush anyone could have.

She finally made her way to her feet, then pulled down on my hair. "Really, a hair pull?" I said punching her in the nose. "Stephanie, stop it!" Pat yelled, pulling me back. I got loose of his gripped and made my way past the slut on the floor, with a little kick.

"Pat, help me up" She yelled.

"Oh shut up" I heard him say back. A little smile appeared on my face but it was gone quick. I heard him calling after me, and I finally came to a stop.

"What Pat, what do you want!" I cried.

"Steph, look Tyler set me up."

"Ha, yeah blame him"

"It's the truth. She came up to me and told me straight up, but you saw to much before I could leave I guess, I had no intention of 'getting with her' or cheating on you. That would have never crossed my mind."

"Explain you being with her now?"

"After I left, she wouldn't leave. She hasn't been with me all summer, she found out I was going to the draft and told my sister she was dating me and got in here somehow. Steph, you're the only girl I've ever loved."

"You loved me?" I said softly, my tears were already falling.

"Always have and always will"

"Well, well look at the cute couple now"

"I can't believe you Tyler. You set him up.."

"Oh so he finally told you the truth. Yeah I did, I wanted you and I got you--"

"Well you don't have me anymore." I said bluntly. I started to walk away, and turned back for Pat. Just as I turned around, I saw Pat clock Tyler in the face. There were a lot of black eyes today. Pat finally caught up with me and linked his fingers through mine. Now this felt a lot better.

chapter four.

"Babe, wake up" Pat brushed my hair out of my face and planted a kiss on my forehead. I sat up, and Pat handed me a cup of coffee.

"Don't you have morning skate?" I asked, taking the cup from his hands.

"Yeah, in like 2o minutes"

"Dude, you're gonna be late!"

"No, I'm leaving now. I just wanted to let you know" He smiled, and place his lips with mine. "I'll see you there"

"I won't be too long" With that Pat left to catch the team bus. I got out of bed and jumped in the shower. I blow dryed my hair, curled it a little then brushed on some make up. I threw on a pair of jean shorts, my favourite american eagle v-neck tshirt and my birkenstock flip flops. That only took me a matter of 30 minutes, which was my new record. I grabbed my keys and jumped in my truck and drove down to the arena. No one was there except the Plymouth Whalers and the London Knights, obviously. I walked down the hall by the locker rooms, on my way to see Pat when I was greeted by a tall, dark haired, brown eyed boy.

"What brings you back here?" He asked.

"My boyfriend" I tried to get around him but he moved in front of me.

"You mean him?" He pointed down the hall. There was a skinny girl with long blonde hair, pretty much hanging off of Pat.

"Uhh. No." My eyes turned and looked towards the ground. "I have to go" I turned around and made started to make my way out of the arena.

"Wait up!" I heard someone yell after me. It sounded like Pat, so I kept going.

"Hey" I felt a hand pull back on my shoulder and spin me around. It wasn't Pat. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"Do I look okay?" I snapped back. He looked at me with his deep brown eyes and I felt a little guilty for snapping on him. "I'm sorry, it's just.."

"Look," He cut me off. "Text me your number" He said writing his down on my hand. "I'll text you the address to my hotel, and maybe we can talk?"

"I don't know"

"Think about it" He smiled. "By the way, I'm Tyler"

"Nice to meet you Tyler, I'm Steph" I smiled back. I got back to my truck and let the tears fall. I give Pat the chance and he let's some blonde ass bimbo crawl all over him. I wiped my tears and looked down at my hand at Tyler's number. I got back to the hotel and packed up my bags but before I could leave Pat came storming in.

"Where were you this morning?" He asked.

"I got caught up" I felt tears forming back in my eyes.

"Where are you going"

"Are you that stupid. I wasn't there this morning because I saw you 'canoodling' some blonde bitch." All Pat did was look down to his feet. I grabbed my suitcase and walked by him tears falling from my eyes and slammed the door behind me. I threw my suitcase in the back of my truck and sped off to the arena parking lot. It was the only place I had to go. I sat staring at the arena for a few minutes then finally picked up my phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Tyler?"

"Oh, Hey. Is this Steph?"

"Uhh yeah, I figured I would call instead of text" I laughed.

"Right, my hotel is about five minutes south of the arena, it the only one of the left, really easy to find"

"Okay, thanks for this eh"

"Yeah no problem" I hang up, and head down the road to Tyler's hotel. It was small, but very sophisticated. I text him I was outside and he came out and grabbed my bag and lead me upstairs.

"I hope you don't mind it's only one bed." He said.

"No, just no funny business" I laughed. He laughed too, then we sat down on the bed and I spilled my guts. About everything, he was the first person I actually did that to. Not even my friends back home got this reaction from me. I felt safe telling him this, his eyes made me melt. But I still couldn't stop thinking about Pat. But it was still game night, so I had to see him again but this time I would be with Tyler. He took me to the arena and I found my seat. Pat didn't look himself out on the ice. My eyes followed him around the ice until I found Tyler, Tyler Seguin. They were both the top players in the league, but that was beside the point. In fact that didn't matter to me at all. Patrick and I have always been connected in some way or another and I was starting to fall in love with him but that was hard to do when he was with another girl. Then there was Tyler, he was new and he was there when Pat wasn't. He let me spill my feelings to him, but I didn't know him well enough to have a relationship yet and I wasn't ready since it was right after Pat had pretty much cheated on me.

chapter three.

It was June now. The London Knights were in the finals for the playoffs, tonight was game 6. They had to win this game or it with go to a game seven back in London.

"You don't have to come you know? It's quite a ways to be travelling" Pat said standing at my bed room door.

"I know, but I want to. This game means a lot to you." I said zipping up my suite case.

"What about school?"

"What about it?" I laughed, "Pat, it's only a few days of school I'll be missing. Exams haven't even started yet." Pat moved closer to me. He pressed his lips against mine, then threw me on to the bed. He crawled on top of me, and continued to kiss me. We made out for a good 5 minutes before he started to undo my pants.

"Save it for the sketchy hotel room" I said sliding out from underneath him.

"Kinky" He winked. Then he grabbed my bag, threw it in the back seat of my F150, then met me at the drivers door.

"I'll see you there, coach is giving us a room to ourselves."

"Seriously" A smiled beamed across my face.

"Yeah, surprising eh" He laughed, then pulled in for another kiss, "I'll see you there, drive safe and try to follow the bus" With that Pat sped off back to the arena and I climbed into my truck. I took a deep breath before following him to the arena. We had 10 hours of driving to Plymouth for the game, I was not exited but if it meant being with Pat I would do anything.

We finally arrived to the hotel in Plymouth, I was so tired I could barley see straight. Pat met me in the room. Ironically it wasn't sketchy at all... It was the Hilton Hotel. I threw on my pj's and climbed into bed beside Pat. He wrapped his arms around me as I snuggled a bit closer. He kissed my forehead and before I knew it we were fast asleep in each others arms.