His Name Is... Dougie

Chapter 6*

Well, I took my finals... the good thing is that I actually graduated and I won't take secret grade 12 classes until I graduated. I aced my calculus exam... I owe everything I learned to Dougie. He helped me with things I forgot I knew about. But, he helped me ace them... I should thank him later. If I had his number, which I do not.

Anyways, Tyler said we should celebrate. I disagreed to that idea; he just wanted to party. He didn't care; he threw a party anyways... At his apartment. Which is fine with me, I got to dogsit, Marshall for a night. He's the cutest dog ever!

The first week of summer vacation already pasted, I can't believe it. I spent the week hanging out with my best friends, Michelle and Annemarie. This week though was going to be an amazing week. Well, for one day. Our draft picks were coming back to Boston!

To be honest, I'm only really excited to see Dougie. You see, after every draft we do this. The draft picks come back; the draft picks talk individually to each staff member that is part of their position. Lucky me, I get to talk to Dougie for half an hour. I just know that we're going to start talking about hockey. Then, either Dougie or I bring up a random point and we start discussing about that.

I tried hard not to tell Michelle and Annemarie about the interviews. However, it accidentally slipped; now, they're coming to TD Garden to talk to all the young, possibly single, hunky hockey players. I'm not sure how this will play out with the Bruins staff members... and the draft picks. They might feel a bit creped out.

I was driving Annemarie and Michelle to the Garden. I wish I was in the passenger seat; so every time I rolled my eyes, there wasn't a chance of dying from a car crash. "So tell me about the first round pick," demanded Michelle. Annemarie was in the back, saying nothing; she was currently my best friend. "Dougie? I think... Anyways, is he cute?" she asked.

Did she just ask if my crush was cute? I blinked. "Oh, Dougie. Yeah, he's really good looking." I told her.

"Do you know if he's dating anyone? He seems like a great guy from what I've heard from you."

What was I going to tell her? I can't lie to her... Can I? Technically, I do owe him a date; does that count as dating? We stopped at a red light and waited, "I wasn't going to tell you this until later..." I turned to face them. "But we're dating," I lied.

Both Michelle and Annemarie's mouths dropped. I turned my attention back to the road and stepped on the gas when I saw the green light. "How did you not tell us that you two are dating?" Michelle shirked.

I brought my right hand to my right ear, "I didn't tell you that we're dating because of that."

"How did it start? How did it start?" nagged Annemarie, great she's talking now.

I sighed time for more lying. "Well, the day after the draft we had a team dinner. It was getting late and my uncle already left, Dougie suggested that he would take me to my hotel room. He did and before I walked into my room... He asked me. I agreed. That's all you need to know," I lied. I felt pretty convincing though.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" asked Michelle.

"Well... because Dougie asked me to keep it private. He didn't want a lot of people to know about it; he doesn't really like making big deals over things. This was one of those times." I explained.

I turned onto the street to the TD Garden and made my ways towards the road to the back parking lot. Crazed girls were on both sides of the street, again. When I passed, everyone stopped screaming and glared at me. I work with the Bruins, get over it.

We stepped out of my car and made our way towards the Garden. "So, how did your uncle take it? We both know that he doesn't want you to date a player... How did he ever agree to it?" questioned Annemarie.

She had a point, "Actually, we were planning on telling him on the weekend. Don't tell him... We want to keep it as a surprise." I told them.

They both nodded their heads in agreement. We walked into the Garden and made our ways down to the basement, where the change rooms were. The interviews were taking place in the change rooms; the draft picks were going to sit on the bench that was out in the ice.

I had two interviews today. One being with Dougie, the other with Rob O'Gara our fifth round pick. I didn't want to talk to anyone but Dougie. Maybe, Dougie will be my second interview. So, I'll get to talk to him for a longer time. Hopefully.

I walked into Claude's office, "Hey Claude," I greeted.

He looked up from his desk and his papers. "Hey Olivia, ready to start the interviews?" he asked.

"Ready as I'll eber be." I stated.

"I'll show you the change room you'll be in. Don't worry, it's not the guys change room." I laughed. Claude took me to a change room that was two doors down from the guy's change room. There was a chair for me and a chair for the draft pick. "I'll be right back with Dougie." He left the room.

My breath was caught in my throat when I saw the door open. Dougie had his hand on the door, he was smiling, yet he wasn't looking at me. He was looking in the hallway, "Yeah, I'll tell her," he smiled. I furrowed my eyebrows, he looked at me and his smile grew even larger.

Questions started to flood into my mind: Who was he talking to? Most importantly who was 'her'?