His Name Is... Dougie

Chapter 3*

Tyler and I just stayed in my room with our arms wrapped around our bodies. Tyler's arms were just so warm, welcoming, and muscular; you just couldn't say "no" to them. It also helped that Tyler was like a brother to me, it just added love to the hugs too. I always savored the hugs.

It was hard for Tyler to let go of me and leave to get ready for the dinner. Eventually, after much persuasion and begging; Tyler let go of me. We said our good-byes to each other and he left. Now, I had to decide what I was going to wear. I didn't want to look good just because it was a dinner. I wanted to look good for Dougie.

I looked through my suitcase; I packed two dresses because I didn't know which one I was going to wear. It was either an orange bodice with a red and orange pencil skirt by "Alice + Olivia" - fitting, isn't it? Or, a white dress with black lace by "Max Azria". I loved both dresses, so the only way I'd chose is by the accessories I would use.

I was leaning for the "Alice + Olivia" dress because it had my name in it; so I went with that one, plus it fit me better. I paired them with some "Christian Louboutin" wedges, giving me some extra height. I'll need that when I stand next to Dougie, or sit; his height intimidates me when we're sitting next to each other too.

I wore a pair of coral and diamond earrings that were plated in gold. I wore a ring with white and light pink stones on them. To finish it all, a leather hexagon-patterned clutch. I put my hair into a braid at the back. I applied little make-up; if Dougie wasn't going to think I was good looking... I don't know what he will think.

My uncle texted me, he was going to come up to my room and pick me up. I waited for him to come, after five minutes; there was a knock on the door. I opened the door, "Tyler?" I questioned.

"Your uncle asked me to pick you up... If you need to proof, look." He held up his phone, I took it into my hand and examined the text. It was legit, much to my despair.

I handed Tyler his phone back, he grabbed it and stuck it in his pants pocket. I took the moment to observe him, his face was shaved; unlike the Stanley Cup Final days before. He wore a black jacket, black dress pants, gray dress shirt, and a gray tie with stripes.

He held out his hand, "Are you ready?" I took his hand and walked out of my room.

He looped his arm around my arm at the elbow. We walked out of the hotel, getting a few stares from some people; they must have known who Tyler was. Tyler guided me towards his rental car, a black Ferrari; I didn't have enough time to identify the actual model. He opened my door and I stepped into the car, Tyler's acting like a gentleman... That's peculiar.

After a while to driving and a while of silence, we finally pulled up to a restaurant. The restaurant was fancy, while being not too fancy. It was... Classy. Tyler and I continued to walk arm in arm into the restaurant. Whispers started to erupt; I looked up at Tyler, he had a smile on his face. Tyler looked down at me and gave me one of his heart-warming smiles; the ones that were so infectious that I would smile back.

It gets me every time.

We walked towards the end of the restaurant where the Bruins table was; the staff was there, Tyler noticed and un-looped his arm from mine. We continued to walk to the table, my uncle spotted me and smiled; I smiled back at him. The table for us was large, considering it was going to fit the draft picks, the staff, Tyler, and I. It was so fancy that we even had name cards.

I had to sit next to Dougie, I wasn't complaining. Tyler sat in Dougie's seat before he came; he had to sit in the middle of the draft picks. Tyler and I started to talk and laugh about anything while we waited for the draft picks. All six draft picks were arriving at the same time; carpooling saves trees.

Tyler and I talked for a while now; I was starting to wonder if the draft picks were even going to come. My idea was proven wrong when six dashing men start to make their way towards our table. There were six of them but my eyes were fixed on one, one that was six foot four.

The staff got up and shook every one of their hands; Tyler nudged his elbow into my bicep, I turned my head to look at him, "Shouldn't you be doing that?" He questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I could, but do I really want to?" I inquired. "No." I answered. A raspy chuckle escaped from Tyler's lips.

I watched Dougie talk to my uncle, I was sure that Tyler was trying to tell me something; I was just not listening to him, I was focused on Dougie. He was in a black jacket and dress pants, with a white dress shirt, and a light blue and white striped tie. I was in awe right now; he looked astounding.

Dougie finished talking to my uncle and started to make his way over to his seat. Tyler stood up from Dougie's chair and left to go to his seat, Dougie sat down into his seat. He looked at me and commented, "I like your hair. You did it?"

I looked at him, "Do you think anyone on the staff could do my hair like this? If they can... They're skilled." I smiled, a smile spread across Dougie's face as well.

Dougie rested his arms on the table and slid to the front of his seat, "Were you not excited about round two of the draft?" Dougie questioned. He knew that I left too?

My eyes darted to the ground and I shrugged my shoulders, "I didn't really have anyone that I really enjoyed talking to," I confessed.

"You're so kind." Kind... That was the only word he could come up with. Not sympathetic, generous, compassionate or thoughtful; I taking this way too far. He complimented you Olivia, be grateful! I thought.

There was silence between us... Awkward silence, "So, how was the first official day of being a first round pick?" I questioned.

He started to grin, "It was great... I've recently got a lot of friend requests on Facebook. My parents and brother don't leave me alone; they feel that I'm going to get so famous that I'll forget about them. So, today it was a 'Dougie and family day'." He told me.

"Yay!" I cheered. Dougie looked at me, his eyebrow was raised. "I just felt like it needed something more," I admitted.

Again, it was silent between us; Dougie started to converse with Alexander Khokhlachev. Once again, I found myself no talking to anyone; for the second time that day. I looked over at Tyler, who was motioning his head towards the door. As much as I didn't like this, I wasn't going to just walk up and leave. I shook my head numerous times at Tyler; I wish he wasn't so hard-headed.

"Are you ignoring me for a reason?" A voice questioned. I looked to my right and saw Dougie looking down at me. Yep, I'm still shorter than him when I'm sitting.

"I-I never knew you were trying to talk to me," I stuttered.

He started to smile, "You seem so nervous," he pointed out. I didn't know what to say, how was I supposed to reply?

I continued to stare at Dougie; I squirmed when I felt a hand on my thigh. I looked down at my thigh, Dougie's hand rested there. I grabbed onto his hand and gave it back to him, I stood up from my chair, "I'll be right back," I told him.

I walked towards the exit, hoping that Dougie wouldn't follow me. I got outside and took my phone out of my dress pocket. I texted Tyler to come meet me outside and take me back to my hotel. A couple minutes later, Tyler appeared, "Are you okay?" He asked me.

I nodded and faked a smile, "Yeah I am." I said.

"Did Dougie say anything to upset you?" He questioned.

I shook my head, "No, I'm just tired." I lied. I feel bad about lying to Tyler, but he would lecture me and I would be exhausted. Tyler looped his arm around mine and we walked to his rented car. We both got in and Tyler started to drive towards my hotel, my phone buzzed and I pulled it out and checked it.

It was a text from an unknown number. I looked at the text, Olivia, are you mad at me? I know who that's from.

Dougie.