His Name Is... Dougie

Chapter 24

I can’t believe that today I’m leaving Dougie, St. Catherine’s, and all the new friends I made. I didn’t want to go back to Boston, where Tyler is… Where he’ll cause me more headaches… More confusion… More everything! He’s going to do everything wrong! He’s going to make my life even more miserable!

In the morning, I woke up with Dougie… we still had a bit of alcohol in our system, so it wasn’t as awkward as it should have been. Then, while we were just lying in the bed, the alcohol got the best of me… Good thing there was a bathroom so close to the room.

Once my stomach settled, I got dressed same with Dougie. We went up to the kitchen and joined everyone to have dinner. Freddie and Ryan eyed us a lot during breakfast… Which made me very uncomfortable. I don’t think Dougie noticed but if he did… I didn’t blame him. They were looking at us every moment they could.

Kennedi dropped us off at the club where we were at the day before; Dougie got his truck and went to his house to get my suitcase. Dougie and I were ready to fend for ourselves. When we walked into Dougie’s house, they didn’t mind. Really, they just shook it off.

They could care less about Dougie staying over at a house filled with his teammates and their girlfriends. They were just glad that he didn’t drink and drive. I packed my bags, bid a farewell to Dougie’s parents and headed out with Dougie to his truck. I looked through my carry-on… Hoping I didn’t forget anything. I pulled out a white piece of paper and pulled it out.

“Crap I forgot about that.” I muttered.

“Forgot what?”

I held up the piece of paper in front of Dougie’s face and he glanced at it, “Are those questions you were supposed to ask me?” He asked.

I nodded. I’m going to get into so much trouble, “Just ask me them quickly,” he suggested.

“I have to record it you know that, right?”

Dougie groaned, “Fine.”

I started to ready the many questions that was on the piece of paper. We arrived at the airport and we finally finished the questions. I was relieved. Another thing that I won’t get killed for. Dougie got out of his truck and walked me into the airport. No one recognized him… Which was great! Dougie got a few stares though.

“Olivia, I’m going to miss you… This weekend was the best weekend ever.” He told me. “I’m not just saying that because of the sex,” he whispered.

I laughed, “Sure you’re not,” I rolled my eyes.

Dougie put an arm on my lower back and pulled me close to him as he kissed my forehead. “I do want to talk more… But I can’t or you’ll miss your flight.” He whispered into my forehead.

I stood on my tippy toes and kissed Dougie one last time before I left St. Catherine’s. “I love you.” I admitted.

He wiped a tear that was falling off my cheek that I didn’t even know about, “I love you, too.”

Dougie’s hand fell off my body and I felt an absence of something important. Dougie gave me a sad smile, he turned and walked away. I watched him leave… Biggest mistake ever. Tears streamed down my face, I wiped them away. I didn’t want anyone to see my face red and my eyes puffy.

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The plane ride to Boston was quick… Like last time. But it felt longer than the last time, for weird reasons. I got off the plane, I made my way to luggage claim; I found my bag and went outside. My uncle told me he’d pick me up. So I waited. He didn’t come, so I texted him. I got a response a couple minutes later saying that he wasn’t picking me up. Wayne was…

Remember my relationship with Wayne? He didn’t like me. So why was he picking me up? Did he hear about something that happened in St. Catherine’s that had to do with Dougie and I?

I looked around for me. I actually saw him; I walked towards his truck and jumped into it. “How was your trip?” He asked me.

“Good.” I replied. I wasn’t in the mood for talking. Maybe I was, but not with Wayne. I couldn’t talk about Dougie with him. Who knows what he’ll do to me.

“How did Dougie play?” Wayne asked me.

“Good.”

Wayne stared at me; we didn’t leave the airport; that’s a good thing so he wasn’t getting distracted by me. “I know what’s going on with you and Dougie.” He stated.

I looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows, trying to make it look like I didn’t know what he was saying, “Nothing is going on with Dougie and I.” I assured him.

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t lie. I see what’s on your neck. Don’t tell me that isn’t from Dougie.”

“It’s from Dougie…” I mumbled.

Wayne snorted, “My hunch is proven right… Since we decided that you’d go to St. Catherine’s I knew something was going on.” He explained.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I’m telling you this because either, you break up with Dougie and keep your job. Or, you keep dating Dougie, you lose your job, I tell your uncle, and he moves out to New York with your mother. Your choice.”

My eyes started to weld up, “You aren’t serious, are you?”

Wayne smiled, “I’m as serious as can be. You break up with Dougie… You get to stay here. You stay with him… You go live with your mom.” He repeated. "I'm suppose to make sure that all I players are in line and will do good." He paused. "With Dougie concentrating on you... He'll do bad, which will make the Bruins bad. Choose your choice wisely."

Now I hate him.