Bad Idea~Jonathan Toews Fanfic~

Season Two

October

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It's the start of my second season as head trainer for the Chicago Blackhawks. I'm dating, and practically live with, the Hawks captain, Jonathan Toews. We've been together for eleven months.

My father, head coach of the team, hasn't had a real conversation with me since June. He's mad that, one, I'm dating one of his hockey players, which not dating them is one of his rules for my sisters and I, and two, that I didn't tell him I was dating someone for eight months. I still talk to my mother, and both of my sisters, but Dad, he won't talk to me about anything personal, like I'm just another one of his colleagues he doesn't really get along with.

Tonight is our first regular season game, and during the summer, we learned that Andrew Shaw was traded from our team, to the Canadiens. He wasn't traded during the draft, which was weird, but now, he's not here, and it was weird in training without him. We still keep in touch, but it's not the same.

Our first game this season, just happened to be against the Canadiens, in Montreal. We were all so excited to see Andrew so soon, since we usually don't play until late November. We're meeting him and Chaunette tonight, the four of us, for a nice three couple dinner. Me and Jonathan, Andrew and Chaunette, and Patrick and Kayla. We tried to get the others on the team to go, but it would have been weird being a whole bunch of single guys sitting around with three couples, although Andrew had told them all to come.

Standing in Jonathan and mine's room in the hotel, I take out my black topped dress with a red and white skater style skirt that comes mid thigh on my legs. I pair it with black and white pointed heels, and a black clutch. Jonathan decides that he doesn't want a shower before we go out for dinner, so I take over the small hotel room bathroom and start to prepare myself. A nice shower, a very light layer of makeup, and I curl my long, blonde hair. I match a bright red lipstick with my skirt, and I'm ready to leave for dinner.

I open the door to the room, and Jonathan sits on the large bench-like window sill, looking over a paper of mine from my trainer's folder. Jonathan looks up at me for second, then back down at the leaf of paper. "What's with this new training schedule?"

"Habs are one of the most fierce teams to play this early in the season. If I train you harder just tomorrow morning, before practice, you'll change how you play against them, evening out our chances of winning the game".

"Seems reasonable". Jonathan stands up from the window and puts on his shoes. "You ready to go?"

"Yep. Let's do this".

Jonathan hands me a key card to our room and we leave the hotel. The restaurant is just down the street, and Kayla and Patrick walk in front of us a little ways. I get the idea to take off my heels and run for them. I hand Jonathan my clutch, grab my shoes off my feet, and start off down the empty sidewalk. I hear Jonathan call my name, laughing from behind me.

I run up silently, and stop right in front of Kayla. She jumps back in surprise, and I laugh as I put my shoes back onto my feet. "Geez, you two walk fast", I take a deep breath. Patrick chuckle, holding his hand out for me to balance on.

"Geez, CJ. Don't do that. You could have been a murderer", Kayla takes a deep breath.

We wait for Jonathan to walk up to us, I fix my hair slightly, and we walk into the restaurant a few more feet in front of us. Andrew and Chaunette stand in the front area. We greet them with open arms, and kisses of course.

"Come on. Our table is ready. Let's go", Andrew says to us.

We follow him and Chaunette to the middle of the restaurant. Kayla, Chaunette, and I sit on one side of the table, and Patrick, Andrew, and Jonathan sit across from each of us. We sit around and order drinks, catching up on the past couple of months. Chaunette tells us about the sudden changes in wedding venues and things like that, and Andrew tries not to spill any training secrets from his team, considering I am the one who trained him this past season.

Andrew starts to ask Jonathan and I about my whole situation with my father, that he still won't talk to us about personal things, and that he hasn't smiled at me, or in my direction since June. Q doesn't involve Jonathan in anything anymore, that he usually would. It's all my fault, I know it.

After sometime, our waiter comes over and takes our orders. I try a chicken pasta dish that had one of the highest ratings on the menu. We continue on ordering drinks and talking about anything.

"Oh, excuse me. I have to take this", Jonathan suddenly says, getting up from the table, rushing out to the street.

Andrew whisper yells something vulgar to Jonathan, making him hit Andrew on the back of the head. After some time, maybe ten minutes, I decide to check up on Jonathan, who's still outside.

I look around for a second, then see Jonathan's back a half a block or so down the street. I keep walking, and realize some one is talking in person to him.

I keep walking to him, who's probably just with a fan. Suddenly, two hands wrap around Jonathan's neck and clasp themselves together. He leans down, and then the two turn. Their mouths move together. As if on queue to when I stop in my tracks, Jonathan pushes away from the blonde fan.

But, it isn't a fan.

It's Lindsey