Chapter 6
How To Save A Life
Chevelle
I kissed Corey lightly on the lips and said goodbye to him, and then I went and got myself a bowl of ceral, going to sit down on my couch. My windows were open, as they usually are in the summer, seeing that I love to hear the sounds of my city, the sounds of Chicago. Today, however, an argument caught my attention, as those are a rarity around here. At least, in this complex.
I stepped out onto my porch or balcony thing that faced the parking lot on one side and saw three men that I knew looked familiar. I immeditaly when they spoke I knew them.
“Kaner saw you a few minutes ago… you have some explaining to do if you wanna get out of skating laps today.” Jonathan said, angered. He sounded strong, yet weak, as though he had been crying. I wouldn’t know though, his back was facing me.
I saw Corey gulp and his face contorted as though he was a sad puppy, not quite understanding his Captain’s reason for being angry. I mean to him, I was just another girl, right?
Seconds later I saw Kane, who was facing me, and as soon as he saw me, he smirked and started to type out something on his phone. I went back into my apartment, and heard my phone ringing the special tone I had for Kaner. That could only mean one thing…
‘Judging by his reaction, I think this has something to do with you.’ The text I had received from Mr. Mullet said. I went to reply and just as I started typing, my phone buzzed again. ‘Did you even tell Crow about your past with Jon?’
I thought over how exactly I wanted to word my response before I typed out a message to Kane. ‘No. No I didn’t Patrick *eyes drop sadly* Its still hard to talk about… I really loved him, Patrick. And… I still kind of do.’
I was heading to my room to get dressed when my phone vibrated again.
Patrick: ‘If you still love him than why are you dating Crawford? … Or fucking Crawford rather. You do realize that kind of makes you a puck bunny right?’
Chevelle: ‘Okay, first of all I am *not* a puck bunny. Secondly, do you even know what happened that night? Did Jon even bother to tell you?’ I typed, beginning to tear up.
Patrick: ‘He only told me he screwed up. That you had run out the door before he could stop you and tell you what he thought. . . You know, he hasn’t really been the same since you left him. His game is not as good, he’s gotten more serious, if that’s even possible. He misses you, Chevelle.
I sighed, knowing that Pat was softening. I also knew he was trying send me on a guilt trip, but even so I still thought that maybe I could invite him up to my apartment to talk about this? It was apparent that Jon hadn’t given Patrick the full story, and I doubted that he was going to at this point.
I began to type out my text, asking the blonde hockey player to come up to my apartment and talk to me when my phone buzzed alerting me to the last, near life changing piece of the puzzle message. Things began to make since to me now, but this message with important information that Patrick had decided to share with me made my entire world stop. I didn’t know how to respond.
Things around me began to fade as I heard a thud on the ground, I could only assume that this noise was caused by my phone.
“What am I going to do?”
Corey
I sat in the back of Jonny’s Equinox, snuggling into my jersey and my pads, just thinking about everything that the man sitting in front of me had said. To say I was in shock was an understatement. I mean like, I had taken a few pucks where there is no padding, and that hurt like hell, but that felt a lot better than I did currently.
