Out of the Blue {Jonathan Toews}

Chapter 28

{Christine}

I watched the disappointment flood onto the ice as the Blackhawks watched the cup being brought out onto the ice and Crosby skated over to it.

Jonathan looked absolutely crushed. I didn't know how I was going to be able to cheer him up, if that was even possible. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I turned around in my seat when I felt something hit the back of my head.

I noticed two girls in skin tight jeans and Toews' jerseys, who were laughing as they held a bag of Skittles.

"May I help you?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"Give us the details," one slurred.

"Of what exactly?" I asked.

"You know what we're talking about," the other joined. "What's Jonathan like in bed?"

I felt my cheeks get red. What the fuck? Chaun turned around in her seat too.

"I bet he's aggressive," one said with a wink. I felt my face get hotter.

"Well, you'll never find out," Chaun shot back. "That D belongs to her."

My face got even hotter. I couldn't hold back a grin as I smacked Chaun on the arm. She laughed.

"Fuck you," one of the girls said. Meanwhile, everyone was filing off the ice.

"Let's go," I said as I grabbed my crutches.

"Ooh, did Jonathan do that do you?" one of the girls yelled. People turned their attention to us.

"Yeah, did he get too angry and beat you up?" the other asked. I felt my face get hot, but with anger this time instead of embarrassment. Chaun began to talk, but I put a had up to silence her.

"Listen here, you little bitches. Jonathan is amazing in bed. Best I've ever had. And no, he would not be up for a foresome, because he's with me. Also, he would never fucking hurt me."

That still didn't put them in their place.

"How do we know you're not lying to defend his poor little reputation?" one snickered.

"He probably cheats on you all the fucking time, you whore," the other added.

"No need to be such a bitch," the other said. Their eyes suddenly got wide for no reason as they turned their heads. I slowly looked over and saw Jonathan, in his suit, hands stuffed in his pockets, looking more pissed of than I have ever seen. Andrew was behind him.

"I would never ever ever fucking cheat on her," he said in a scarily calm voice. "Nor would I ever fucking do anything to cause her pain. You want to know why?"

The girls slowly nodded.

"Sure," one squeaked.

"I love her so fucking much," he replied, still sounding pissed. I didn't know to be happy or scared. I turned to Chaun and Andrew and they had grins on their faces. "Lets go, babe." He turned to me, we made eye contact, and for a second, there was a flicker of a smile on his face. I crutched my way up the stairs and into the concourse where Jonathan wrapped an arm around my shoulder before waving bye to Andrew and Chaun.

"Come here," he said, and I wasn't sure what he meant until he took my crutches and picked me up onto his back so he was basically giving me a piggy back ride.

The walk and drive back to my place was silent, and I wasn't sure what to say or do.

When we got inside, I leaned against the wall and stared at him. He stared back, and we said nothing for what felt like forever. He slowly walked over to me and slid his hands around my waist, still looking at me.