Cardiac Arrest

Chapter Six: The Confrontation

I sat in my car after practice and I couldn't get that stupid wink out of my head. Damn he was cute.

After I was done day dreaming, I pulled my car into reverse and backed out of the parking spot. Suddenly, a huge black SUV came out of no wear and almost hit my car. What the hell?! I jumped out my car with rage and was ready to confront the idiot driver. I walked up to the guy's front door.

"What the hell do you think you're d-" I screamed, but was interrupted.

"Woah, calm down! It was an accident," the familiar blonde haired boy said. Patrick.

"Oh, I, uh. Sorry. I'll just, go," I said nervously. How humiliating.

"Hold up, JFK. Where are you heading to?"

"Uh, my apartment...?" I questioned. Why does he care?

"Which one?"

Why's he asking me this? I hope he doesn't try to kill me or something...

"Uh, it's over on North Ashland...why?"

"Oh, so you're at those new apartment buildings, huh? Pretty nice. And I'm just trying to be friendly, don't worry. I don't bite," he smirked. "Well, I gotta go. Will you be back tomorrow too?"

"Y-yeah. See ya then."

"Wait one second, I was just thinking. What if I wanted to see that picture perfect moment of a game winning goal in the future? Who will I turn to? Oh, I know, how 'bout JFK. But you know, that'd be a whole lot easier if I had your number."

What the hell is going on? Patrick Kane is flirting with me? He just asked for my number? What?

"Oh, sure," I tried to contain my excitement. "Here," I said with the most I'm-trying-not-to-freak-out-right-now smile. I tried really hard to put on my most confident attitude, but this guy was too confident himself. It was like trying to put out fire with fire. I didn't know how to handle it. Plus, I really didn't want to say or do anything more embarrassing since the camera incident.

"Thanks, see ya tomorrow, gorgeous." And with that he drove off.

Wow. This is unbelievable. My first day on the job and I already have a guy's number.

As soon as I got home, I plopped myself on my brand new couch. Just as I was ready to take a well deserved nap, my cell rang. I frantically checked the name, hoping it would be Patrick. Adrienne.

"Hey girl! How was your first day?! Tell me everything!" She yelled.

"Okay, okay. Um, nothing much actually. I just got hit in the head with my camera."

"Ouch...how'd that happen?"

"Well, a guy got checked into the glass right in front of me, and, yeah," I left out his name on purpose.

"Which guy?! Was he cute?!" she squealed.

"Uh, it was Patrick. Kane."

"Oooooo! What happened then?!"

"Well, I had to go back to trainer's for a nice pack. And then he came back too and said sorry." I'm not gonna lie, telling Adrienne about Patrick made me blush a little.

"Did you get his number?!" She was screaming now.

"Um yeah actually. I did," I smiled pretty hard.

"OMG! How?!"

I told her all about how he almost hit my car and our conversation. After I hung up, I ordered some pizza and took a shower. 6:16. I didn't really have anything to do, so I decided to watch some TV. Just then I got a text. I figured it was Adrienne.

*Hey, it's Pat. I'm bored. Wanna meet up?*