One Goal Achieved (Patrick Kane)

Under Pressure

-Skylar's POV-

Pulling up to the UC I take a minute to take it all in. This is where Michael Jordan played, the likes of so many great athletes walked where I do now. This is where so many historical events took place. I was already addicted to this places rich history and I haven't even stepped a foot in it yet.

As I make my way to the doors Patrick instructed me to I see him and Jonny siting at the door chatting away.

"Hey Sky" Pat says cheerfully pulling me into a hug. He was wet and I had no clue as to why but I really didn't mind, he still smelled great.

"You already know Jon" he starts, walking down a hallway.

"Yeah, that's who keeps eating all my food. You know I'm the one in college right" I tease poking his side.

"Maybe you shouldn't make your food taste so good. Have you thought about that" he shoots back making me giggle.

We walk through two large doors with the Blackhawks symbol on the front and everything hits me. Dozens of grown half dressed sweaty men run around messing with each other. Jon stops the music and everyone's attention turns to me.

"Alright guys, this is my friend Skylar. Please be nice and don't scare her away. I like her" Patrick says from behind me.

"Yeah dude, we know. We only hear you talk about her every fucking day" someone yells.

Patrick sticks up his middle finger and I can't help but laugh. I walk around the room and meet everyone. They all seemed cool and super funny.

"Hi. My name's Patrick but I'm the better Patrick on the team. I believe you met my wife Abby at the family skate" the man I now know as Patrick says. I nod shaking his hand with a smile.

"Yeah. Abby is a great woman. I'm glad she ran into me. Literally" I laugh and he nods.

I quickly get comfortable and end up talking to Dustin for a while. I liked his game and I wanted to know his thought process.

LAlright Sky, it's almost game time and we need to focus. Abby is outside to help you to your spot" Patrick says helping me out his locker and to the door.

"Good luck, kick ass" I say hugging him. He was a little shocked at first but eventually hugs back.

"Thanks Sky" he says and disappears behind the door.

"SKYLAR" someone yells startling me and I finally calm myself down. When I do calm I see it's just Abby and run up to her.

"Abby! I've missed you" I scream squeezing her as she laughs.

We head out to the ice and sit right in the front. The boys warm up and I catch up with Abby. It hasn't been long but we connected easily. I watch the ice as Pat easily glides across the surface. The sounds were infatuating and I was immediately obsessed. He quickly turns and shoot the puck making it in.

"Do you like Patrick? Like, really like him" she asks watching me watch him. I drop my shoulders as my stomach does flips.

"I don't know. I don't think I'm allowing myself to like him which is the best for everyone" I say. She just stares at me but eventually lets it go.

As the game starts I meet Seabrook and Ladds wife and a few others. I'm pretty sure it is required to be a model with perfect personalities to be up in the box which made me feel like I shouldn't be here at all. I sit in the box with my new friends trying to figure out how I got here and how the hell I'm getting out.

"You must be pretty special" Dayna, Seabrooks wife, says. I raise my eyebrows and looked at her.

"What makes you say that" I ask.

"Well for one all the wife's and girlfriends like you and we can never all agree on one thing" she starts earning a Amen from people around the room. "And ever since Patrick has been here he never brought a girl".

There it is. So much pressure to be the perfect friend or girlfriend and I can't be that. "Patrick's a great friend, I'm lucky to have him" I stutter trying not to have a panic attack. It's been a while, but still.

Before any more assumptions or questions could be thrown my way the horn sounds and we all look to the window. Patrick had scored and everyone was celebrating. A involuntary smile comes across my face while I watch him get congratulated by his teammates. He was made for this.

We all return to a seated position and they help me understand hockey some more. After exchanging numbers I stop letting my brain get the best of me and enjoy it. Turns out I'm really funny. After the game I follow the girls back down to the locker room boasting about the game. Some of them have been here for years yet they still love every second of it. I want that. To cheer on someone I call mine and every time tell him how proud I am. To let him know he's the best every night and be here with the other significant others, having the time of my life. But I know I can't and it really sucks.

I'm ripped out my thoughts be being lifted high off the ground. After I was done screaming I realize it's Patrick and not some kidnapper. "Pat you put me down right now" I yell between laughs and he continues walking.

"No. I want to hang out with my best friend" he says throwing his bag on his other shoulder.

"Bye guys. Text me so we can hang out sometime" I wave and they all wave back. We get to his car and he finally sets me down.

"Come over to my place" he insists and I freeze.

"I don't know Pat, school starts next week" I say rubbing my arms. He notices I was getting cold and sheds his sweater revealing his muscles. There was no way in hell I was going to make it through the night. He looked like he was sculpted by god himself.

"Come on. I have Miracle" he says sticking his bottom lip out. Damn it.

"Fine, but once school starts this will not happen, you hear me" I say poking his chest. He raises his hands innocently and walks to the driver side.