Lovely

Chapter 3

"Tell me about yourself."

"I already told you! I'm from Winnipeg and I want to be radiologist," I stated. This is the fourth time that Patrick has asked about me. What more does he need to know?

He shakes his head sideways, unsatisfied with my answer. When Patrick turns his head to look out the window, I immediately reach my hand towards his waffle fries, only to have it slapped by him. "Hey, no stealing my precious fries!" He scolds playfully. Instead, I reach my hand out once more, grabbing a handful of his fries and stuffing them into my mouth before he can slap my hand again.

Patrick's expression changes from ebullience to bitterness within a blink of an eye. "Did you just eat my fries?" He questions with a deep, fearsome tone added to it. "Yep, of course!" I smirk, continuing to chew the delicious cuisine with my mouth open, attempting to irritate him. Instead, Patrick rolls his eyes playfully, "You are so ladylike," he teases. "I'll let you go this time, but next time you're going to receive payback for stealing my precious fries."

I nod my head in response, grinning at the curly haired boy who is currently sitting across from me in the booth. He snorts vociferously, causing me to giggle. Then, Patrick begins to snort like a pig and make amusing faces at me, causing me to laugh even harder and earn the attention of customers around us; however, my action triggers me to choke on the fries. At first, Patrick thought I was faking it but immediately thought otherwise once I start to frantically slap my chest strongly with full force. "Oh my god," he whispers.

Instantly, Patrick rushes to my side and slaps my back with a forceful speed while soothing me at the same time. After what felt like an eternity, the fries were ejected from my throat and onto my plate. It looks gross, but he was too worried about me to even care about them. I breathe heavily and continuously cough as Patrick rubs my back, handing me my glass of water. I gulp it down without any hesitation and when I glance up at him, tears start to form from his eyes. I could see the worries and stress appearing on his face. My arms wrap around his chest and I snuggle in his neck, trying to soothe the person who had just saved me life. "I am so sorry, I shouldn't have done that." Patrick utters softly.

"Ssh, it's okay, I forgive you."

Patrick turns to face me, his eyes growing darker, revealing his sadness and anger at the same time. "No, it's not okay! Kassandra, you almost died. I could have lost you." He pulls me into a deep hug, leaving me in this state for a few minutes or so. After cooling down, he steps out of the booth to throw our trash away. He grabs my hand gently and guides us out of the restaurant, which is a quarter of a mile away from my dorm. During our walk back in the dark night, neither of us chose to stir up a conversation due to what recently occurred in Chick-Fil-A. My body instinctively shivers from the cold breeze. Patrick must have seen me reacting to the coldness because he eagerly removes his Nike hoodie and wears it over me. I quietly thank him, for he is willingly to give me his body heat in a 50 degree weather.

By the time we reached my dorm, he reluctantly lets go of my hand. "Well, I'll see you soon?" he asks. I shake my head in disapproval. "Don't be an idiot, come into my room. You haven't told me about yourself yet."

I can see a smile forming on Patrick's face from the corner of my eyes as I open the door with my card key. He follows me into my dorm and lies down on my favorite beanbag and hugs it, feeling carefree. "Get off my beanbag!" I scold jokingly. In response, he playfully rolls his eyes. "Never in your wildest dreams, Kassie. It's my beanbag now!"

My heart instantly drops due to the nickname he just gave me, since Jonathan used to call me that. I shake that thought off of my head and jump into my comfortable bed. "Well, now that we're here, you can go ahead and tell me about yourself Mr. Kane."

He sighs before beginning, "My name is Patrick Kane, obviously. I'm nineteen years old. I'm from Buffalo, New York. I play ice hockey for the Boston Eagles (A/N I made that up), and at the same time I'm majoring in economics. I love waffle fries, literally. After graduation, I want to play in the NHL. Maybe for the Rangers or Blackhawks, I don't know. I just want to be given the opportunity to play in the NHL in my lifetime. By the way, I also have a hard time talking to girls, and you're the first girl besides my sisters who I have ever really talked to, believe it or not. Speaking of my sisters, I have three; unfortunately, I'm the only boy in the family. So, yeah. That pretty much sums up my life. Now, it's your turn this time Kassie, seriously." Patrick shifts around, adjusting his body and placing his arms under his head as a pillow cushion.

"I'm Kassandra Tabolt. I'm seventeen and I'm not supposed to be in college yet, but I skipped Kindergarten. I'm from Winnipeg, Canada and I'm the only child in the family. I'm majoring in biological sciences and aspire to become a radiologist like my mom. Chick-Fil-A is life. I am a natural U.S. citizen, since I was born in Seattle but moved to Winnipeg a few months after I was born because my grandpa was dying. I love Canada with all my heart. I give my full support to the Canadian ice hockey team. Also, I can speak French and a little bit of Spanish."

Patrick sits up on the beanbag. "You watch hockey? That's so awesome. What inspired you to watch hockey?"

I frown, not knowing how to respond to him. "Well, uh I used to have a best friend who plays hockey."

"Nice, who?" he asks.

"I uh- , I -" my voice stammers. How should I tell him about what happened between Jonathan and I?

This time, Patrick frowns. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me. I understand. Well, I don't understand, but who cares. You don't need to tell me if you don't feel comfortable."

"He used to be my best friend, and now he plays hockey for the University of North Dakota." I quietly murmur.

Patrick nods slowly, "That's interesting. I actually received an offer from them to play hockey, but I chose BC instead. If it was the other way around, I could have met him," he jokes. "But from the way you describe him, I don't think I'll ever want to meet that man."

We stay in a comfortable silence, until Patrick speaks up. "I have a game coming up in a few weeks, and it would be great if you can come support us, well mainly me," he smirks.

"I'd love to. Just text me the date and time." I mumble, since my pillow is covering my face. "Do you know what's weird?"

"What?"

"We just met yesterday, yet it feels as if we have known each other for centuries."

"Remember me for centuries!" He jokes. I throw my pillow at him, but my aiming was terrible and I miss horribly. Patrick throws his hands up in surrender. "Fine, fine I take it back! But seriously, I think the same. Honestly, I wish it was that easy to make friends like with you."

"Then you should run over people with your bike more often."

"True."

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