Behind The Looks [Jonathan Toews Fan Fiction]

Chapter 4

January 22, 2013


I was pumped for the game today! Sure, I was sitting out because I wanted to talk to my friends. But I get to see the girl that I've been thinking of for the past few days. I wanted to know if she was actually as "hot" as Travis said she was; he was usually right when it came to girls.


That reminds me of Gabrielle... I haven't talked to her for a while now. Whatever. Since the practice yesterday, Patrick has been interrogating me. He saw me break my stick... it's a stick. I was bound to break one day.


"You're seriously not going to sit up in the booth?" questioned Patrick he pulled his jacket over his shoulders and checked himself out in the mirror.


"You don't have to sit in the booth. It's not like your attendance is mandatory," I pointed out while I tied my tie.


"It's not," Patrick agreed straightening his jacket. "But Coach gets pissed when you don't sit up there. Choose wisely."


"Does it really matter what my choice is?" I asked Patrick.


He turned around and glared at me. "Fine. Be in control of your life, I'm just warning you. If you want to hang out with your friends... do that. I don't care." Patrick strode past me, bumping his shoulder with his.


I inhaled sharply. I just hurt Patrick... my best bud, my amigo. No one can blame me really. I'm going to do what I wanted to do; meet Adam's step-sister. The one that Travis won't stop talking about.


The one I can't stop thinking about.


I met Patrick outside. He was already in his truck, ready to go. Even though Patrick is completely pissed at me, he's still nice enough to wait for me. He's nicer than most people that have been pissed at me.


The ride to the arena was soundless. I didn't blame Patrick though. He was pissed at me, I was pissed at him. We didn't want to talk to each other, which was fine with me. I just felt guilty for snapping at him like that. Then, I decided that I would be the bigger person and apologize. "I'm sorry," we both apologized.


We turned our heads to each other. It's a good thing we were stopped at a red light. Who knows what would have happened. "What did you say?" we asked in sync again.


"Jonathan, shut up and say what you said," commanded Patrick.


Patrick was fiery... maybe he'll score a goal tonight. I haven't heard Patrick snap at me since we got kicked out of the play-offs; he blamed everything on me. "I'm sorry, Patrick," I repeated.


"How can you read my brain?" he questioned running a hand through his hair. "It's too complex."


I laughed and looked down at my shoes. "I just don't know what's been up with me. I haven't been thinking straight or acting straight." I looked up at Patrick who was still watching me. "Today, I poured water into my cereal... it already had milk in it. And I ate it!"


"I don't know what I'm more surprised of: That you tried the cereal or the fact that you're in love," Patrick said.


"I'm not in," I paused trying to get the word out of my mouth. "Love," I chocked.


A green light appeared and Patrick continued to drive in silence. "Jonathan is in love." I turned my head to look at him. "Captain Serious is in love." My eyebrows began to furrow. "Who would have thought he would be in love? I love to say love. Love, love, love, love, love," he sang.


I wasn't sure if I should laugh or attack him. "Love is love-ly. Isn't is, Jonny boy?" he questioned.


"Kaner, you're not making this easy for me."


"At least you're not playing tonight... where I would be sitting next to you. Singing that verse over and over and over and over until you start to him to tune."


We were approaching the arena. I observed Patrick to see the next time when he was going to say something. A grin spread across his face. "Gabrielle is coming, isn't she?" he questioned.


I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know... she never told me."


"So Jonny boy'a girlfriend is going to surprise him on the job. Only to find he'll be drooling over another girl. Then, she will break-up with you. That means, tonight could we have a party at your place?" Patrick asked.


I sighed. "Patrick, for the hundredth time, we're still together. I still like her," I reminded him.


"But do you love her?"


I shook my head. "No." Patrick stopped his truck at the back of the arena. I opened the door and Patrick opened his; we stepped onto the asphalt below us. He took his keys out of the ignition and closed the door behind himself.


As much as I didn't want to admit it, Patrick had an excellent point. "Why are you right sometimes?"


"I'm just like that," he grabbed onto his lapels. He moved them forward, away from his body and let go of them.


We walked into the arena where Patrick began to sing his song again. "Jonathan is in love. Captain Serious is in love. Who would have thought he would be in love? I love to say love. Love, love, love, love, love." I pushed Patrick into the wall playfully. He stopped himself before he hit his head on the wall.


"The cameras probably caught that," he informed me while he smiled.


I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't care."


We both walked into the change room. Mostly everyone was already there. Patrick moved to his locker while I stood next to the door. Coach Joel spotted me and pulled me out to the hallway. "Listen, I know I was too harsh by benching you for two games. This will be the only game that you'll be benched for the whole season. I trust you Jonathan, work hard in practices. Don't disappoint me, Toews."


I grinned at him. "Don't worry, I won't. I suppose I'll go to the booth... unless you're being super nice and will let me sit with my friends."


Coach Joel sighed and set his hand on my shoulder. "I trust you, Jonathan."


"So is that a yes?" I asked.


He smiled at me. "Of course. Have fun."


I smiled and self-consciously wrapped my arms around his body. I pulled away and ran my fingers over his tie to flatten it. "Sorry," I apologized. "I was a bit too excited."


Coach Joel patted me on the shoulder. "Go."


I smiled and waved at him before I ran down the hallway and up the stairs. I shuffled my way through the crowd; I was stopped a couple times for photos and autographs. Finally, I found my friends' seats. I walked down to the aisle and took the empty seat on the edge.


Gil turned to me and a smile appeared on his face. "Glad you could make us."


I smiled back at him. "It's great to be here."


"How long has Jonathan been here?" Travis asked.


"Just got here."


"So Coach allowed you to come hang out with the group?" he asked.


"I kind of begged him. He let me come though and hang out with you guys." I looked down the aisle in hopes of seeing Adam's step-sister.


Gil's head got in my way, he began to smirk. "Looking for Adam's step-sister?" he whispered. I looked down at the ground... if only he knew. Gil slapped his hand against my back. "Just so you know... she ditched us."


I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him. "What did you say?" I enquired.


"She came with us to the arena but she found some of her friends." I began to play with my fingers. "I know you like her."


"I do," I admitted. I couldn't lie to Gil... out of everyone, he was the only one I could express my feelings to.


"Don't tell anyone."






"I won't. Hey could you do me a solid and get me a bottle of water?" he asked flashing me a five dollar bill.


"Sure." I snatched the bill from his fingers and headed up the stairs. Luckily, I didn't get caught. I walked over to the closest booth and ordered a bottle of water for Gil and a pack of skittles for myself. The clerk handed me my items and I paid. I turned to my left and was about to leave. Until I saw...


Her. Well the back of her.


She was wearing her shirt with my last name and number on the back. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned around and saw a guy about my age. "I thought my first confrontation with Jonathan Toews would be different. Apparently not. So, Mr. Toews, could you please move?" he asked coldly.


I moved out of his way. "Sorry," I apologized.


I looked back to see Adam's step-sister; she left. I sighed and trudged back to my seat and sat down. I handed Gil his bottle of water, I opened my pack of skittles. I handed a red one to Gil. He turned to face me. "Go Blackhawks," I said. He smiled and chewed on it.