Cardiac Arrest

Chapter Five: The Meeting

Shit! I'm late! I quickly straightened my hair and put on a skirt and blouse. Sexy yet professional. Woot woot!

I got to the UC just on time. What a relief- I hate being late.

A man walked me over to meet the staff. They're all really nice and welcoming. Then he showed me the other photographers.

"Hey! I'm Kate. I'm on your photography team. I'll give you the rest of the tour now. Thanks Tom."

Kate gave me a whole tour of the UC, along with a bunch of media passes of events and games. Finally, she directed me to the locker room.

Coach Quenneville introduced me to the team.

"Hey, hey! Alright guys. This here's our newest addition to the photography team. You know the drill here- everyone's apart of the team. Her name's Kennedy. Play nice boys."

I decided to introduce myself too.

"Hi guys! Like Coach Q just said, I'm Kennedy. I'll be taking pictures of you guys and that will be able to be purchased online."

"Wait a second. Kennedy? Like John Kennedy?" Andrew said.

"Haha, yeah. I guess." I blushed a little, he was too cute. I knew he had a girlfriend but that doesn't stop me from thinking he's cute.

I got to take some pictures of the team during their morning skate. Damn, they were hot. Oops. I was sitting behind the glass when Bollig checked Patrick Kane into the glass right in front of me, causing my camera to go full force into my forehead. Embarrassing.. I had to go back to the trainer and got an ice pack. Soon after I was joined by a familiar looking blonde haired boy.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about that," he said.

"It's okay, it's not really your fault."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I got sent back here because of that hit."

I giggled a little. "Oh no. What happened?"

"Nothing really, just a bruised shoulder. Hey wait- I didn't even tell you my name. I'm Patrick."

"I'm Kennedy," I grinned.

"Do I...know you from somewhere? You look really familiar. Hey wait! You were the girl at that bar a few weeks back right?"

"Um, yeah, I think?" I said, hesitantly.

"You were the one being hit on by that creepy guy right?"

"Oh, oh yeah. That was me," I said sheepishly. I couldn't believe I was talking to Patrick Kane. Alone. With an ice pack on my head. How romantic.

"Well, you have me to thank for guarding him off."

"Oh I, I didn't even realize that was you! Thanks. Yeah,that guy just wouldn't stop."

"Well, who can blame him," he smirked, with a wink. Suddenly, a whistle blew.

"Gotta go, see ya soon," he said with a half smile.

Did I just get hit on by Patrick Kane?