Love's a Game, Wanna Play? (Jonathan Toews)

Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

I look at the top of my phone.

"Crap, you're right!" I say.

I have seriously waited for this moment for a long time. Well, at least the three days felt like forever.

"Okay, well, I guess we will see what happens," I say.

I look down at my self and see that I'm only in sweats and a tank top. I really don't feel like changing. I decide to continue wearing what I am already wearing.

I make my way over to the yoga room and and put on Taylor Swift's 1989 album while I stretch out my body.

I slowly go down into the splits when I hear a knock on the door.

"Hey," Jonathan says leaning on the door frame looking better than ever.

"Oh, hey," I say showing no emotion.

I am assuming he thinks that I will be all over him because I haven't seen him in four days. Well guess what! I wouldn't mind if he was gone for another four days!

Jonathan slow walks in and grabs a yoga mat rolling it out.

I don't say anything while he is rolling it out.

"Let's start with a downward dog as a warm up," I say.

I wonder what is going through his mind. Can he even tell I am being so cold?

"That's when I could finally breathe. And that morning, gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean," I sing along with Taylor Swift's song "Clean".

I really enjoy yoga. It helps to loosen me up after all of my other workouts.

I wonder why Jonathan actually takes yoga. I mean, I'm sure his job offers special people and classes for hockey player only.

"Let's move to the open hip," I say.

My mind starts to wonder off. I think I need eggs. And milk. And cereal bars. Okay, I guess I need to stop at target before I go home. Actually, I just might put that off to tomorrow.

"Okay, now the crow pose," I say.

Yoga goes by dreadfully slow.

"Alright that's it," I say walking over to my music trying to hint I don't want to talk.

"Thanks Leah," Jonathan tells me.

"You're welcome," I say still fiddling with my phone so it looks like I'm doing something important.

"Leah?" Jonathan asks.

"What?" I ask getting angry. Can you just leave already?

"What's wrong?" He asks.

I really don't want to have this conversation.

"Nothing," I mumble.

"You're lying," he tells me.

"I don't think you are going to want to know," I say.

"Tell me," He says taking a step closer.

"Well my problem is you!" I snap."You lied to me! You didn't think it was a good I idea to tell me you are a NHL player? I mean, from what I found out when you were gone was that the NHL is a big deal! You are some superstar athlete! You probably have millions of dollars in your bank account!" I take a breath."People know who you are. You are practically famous! And me, I was certainly an idiot not realizing who you are! No wonder you got all defensive when I said I didn't like hockey. Or how you called me at 10 at night. You probably just got done with a game!"

"Leah," Jonathan breathes.

"Jonathan, just don't. I thought about it. It would be best if I just stop talking to you," I say.

I really, really want to cry right now but I can't.

We are both speechless.

I feel a year stream down my face.

I walk out of the room and into my office. I sit on my furry rug.

Leah, don't cry! Hold yourself together! You two weren't even dating!

I hear the yoga room door close and footsteps. Then I hear Jonathan open up the main doors and walk out.

I lose it. Tear after tear stream down my face as I blow my nose into the Kleenex.

I don't understand. Why could he not have just told me? Why couldn't he just be honest with me?

Did I just screw up something that would be amazing?

Did I just let the man of my dreams walk out that door?

I grab the blanket from from the chair that is a few feet away.

I am absolutely pathetic. I wrap myself in the blanket and lay down.

I hope I made the right choice.

*****

"Leah?"

"Leah?"

I slow open my eyes. I see Jessica. Wait! I see Jessica.

"Jessica?" I say.

"Leah, what on earth are you doing?" She asks.

"I...l don't know?" I say.

I get up on my feet to see I am still in my clothes from yesterday. I look around. I'm in my office.

"Did I sleep here?" I ask.

"I think you did," Jessica tells me.

I really need to get a couch.

"Oh Jessica," I start crying again. Jessica has never seen me cry before.

She opens up her arms and holds me.

"Last night, I...I totally cut it off," I cry.

"Leah, you shouldn't care this much. The two you weren't even dating."

"I know, but we were on the road to," I sniffle. "At least I thought we were,"

"Okay, today is Wednesday, I think. Anyways how about Friday we go to a club. A really good one, I promise!" Jessica tells me.

"I...I would like that," I say wiping my eyes.

"Good. Now I am forcing you to take the day off!"

"Okay," I say. I didn't want to argue.

"How about I walk you to your car," Jessica says.

"Okay," I say. I fold the blanket back up and put it on the chair then grab my gym.

Jessica and I walk to my car. The walk is silent.

"Thanks," I say to her.

"No problem, just text me when you get home," Jessica instructs.

Okay, bye," I say and get into my car.

I drive is quick. I park my car and head into the building. Making my way up to my apartment I turn my phone on silent.

I am exhausted. I walk over to my bathroom brush my teeth then change into another pair of sweats.

I walk back into my room and jump on my bed like a five year old. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm out.