Loving You (Tom Wilson)

Chapter 1

"Could you turn the music down, I'm trying to study." I yelled at my roommate. Her music was blaring loudly and I could not focus on my home work. I was getting aggravated with college and all this homework and she was not helping.

"No, if it's bothering you go some place else." Her words were a bit slurred. She had just turned 21 and now it seems like every night she drinks. It was annoying.

"Fine. Don't wait up for me." I grumbled at her. I shoved my books into my bag, and grabbed my car keys. I drove to the only place I knew I would get peace and quiet, the hockey rink.

It wasn't too late so people were still here, but it was better then at home. The back rink was empty so I went there. My skates were kept at the rink so I grabbed them on my way to the rink. I laced my skates up on the bench and skated around for a little while. The hockey nets were still on the ice so I got my stick and a puck out of my bag.

I was out there for some time before I decided to take a break and study some more. The more and more I read over the material the more frustrated I got. I needed another break and skated around again. Every shot I took went into the net.

"You're good, even though there isn't a goalie." A voice said making me jump. I turned around to see 3 guys standing on the bench.  They looked familiar but I don't know why.

I was a bit taken back but spoke up."Thank you?" I skated over to the bench. I sat down and took my skates off. I could feel them watching me. Picking up my school work I began to leave the rink.

"Wait. Where are you going?" One of them hollered, running over to me. All three of them followed me into the locker room.

I closed the door behind me but they came in anyways. It was slightly amusing, but I wasn't in the best mood.  At first I ignored them, but they stood there watching me. "To find some peace and quiet away from people." I said answering there question from earlier rudely. I felt instantly bad for sounding rude. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine." The third guy spoke, he had a slight accent. Definitely not American, I thought to myself.

I sat down on the locker room bench, pulling my legs up to my chest. "Who are you guys?" I asked.

"I'm Tom." The taller of the three said, and very good looking.

"I'm Andre." The one with the accent said next.

"And I'm Michael." The last one said. It then clicked with me who they were.

"You guys play for the Washington Capitals." I said, slightly surprised it took me so long to recognize them. Then again I wasn't a big capitals fan, I preferred the Dallas Stars.

"And she finally recognizes us." Michael said laughing lightly. I rolled my eyes at him, I felt slightly better, they were friendly and kind. 

"Sorry, not a huge capitals fan." I admitted to them. Michael put his hand over his heart and acted hurt. He was definitely the funnier of them it seemed.

"You should be." Andre said to me. His accent made me giggle to myself, it was slightly amusing to hear.

"Maybe, but the Stars will always be my number one." I said the them before pointing to my hat that sat next to me. I always brought it with me everywhere I go.

They all scoffed and made face at my hat, which was slightly funny. "Why the stars?" Tom asked. He sat so quietly this whole time.

"My dad worked with them when I was younger before we moved to Washington." I admitted to them, the small smile leaving my lips. I never talked about my Dad much after he passed away a few months ago. It was hard for me to talk about him.

"That's awesome. You know our names, but what's yours?" Tom asked smiling at me.

"Katherine." I returned the smile to Tom or tried to.

"Well Katherine, want to join us for dinner?" Andre asked. I didn't really know these guys, but I liked them and I wanted to get to know them.

I was going to refuse but I didn't want to study in the slightest. "Why not." It was getting late and my stomach growled. I never had dinner earlier, because of studying.

"Why don't you drive with us?" Michael offered.

I wasn't in the mood for driving, but I wasn't going to make them go out of there way to bring me back to my car. "No, that's fine. I'll meet you guys there." I stood up and put on my jacket.

"You don't even know where we are going." He pointed out, laughing .

"True, well I'll follow behind you." I laughed.

"And I'll go with her," Tom said, then turned to me. "If that's okay."

"That's fine." I said, as we walked out of the building. They had ended up parking right next to me, so it made everything easier.

We drove in silence. I tried to focus on the road, but it was slightly awkward. After some time Tom spoke up. "So how old are you?"

"20.You?" I asked, trying to make the ride slightly less weird but having a conversation.

"21. So I'm guessing you are in college?" He asked.

I turned my blinker on, "Yeah."

"What are you majoring in?" He seemed actually interesting in the conversation.

"Sports management." I glanced over at him and smiled.

"Really? Why?" He sounded eager to know,  making me laugh.

"I made a deal with my dad that I would go to college and not just coach for the rest of my life. So sports management just felt like the right choice."

We pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. Dinner was definitely going to be interesting.