The Hockey Life - A Patrick Kane Fanfic

Part Seventy-Nine - Making A Scene

PART SEVENTY-NINE: MAKING A SCENE

Patrick’s POV

It was supposed to be a normal morning - just another flight to Dallas for our first game of the regular season. I was excited to begin another season with the Hawks, and I knew it should be interesting to play against Tyler Seguin to start things off. I was happy to have patched things up with Lena. It felt good to be going on a road trip knowing that we were okay again. It wasn’t until we got to the airport that all of that changed.

I met up with my teammates and Lena was with the trainers and other staff. Not everyone had arrived yet, so we were waiting around both for them and for our plane to arrive. I had it in my head that when I saw Dylan, I would be the better man and leave him alone, maybe even pretend nothing had happened. But as soon as he started walking towards us all, I threw that theory away. My happiness and excitement and optimism all went away when I saw how he was walking joyfully and confidently towards his team. He looked straight at me and nothing about his expression changed. Did he really think that I was fine with what had happened, or had he assumed that I didn’t know? Either way, he needed to be informed that Lena had told me and it was not okay.

“What’s your problem?” I asked as he attempted to walk right past me. I stopped him with my hand on his chest, holding him back.

“What do you mean? I don’t have a problem,” he answered.

“Well, I do,” I told him. “I don’t know if you forgot what happened yesterday, but I haven’t and I’m not happy about it,” I growled. I knew I was making a scene. I was sure it would get to the media and everyone would be talking about it - it was another way for the press to bash me - but I didn’t care.

“Look, Patrick, I’m sorry about that, okay? I didn’t mean to…“ Oh hell no. I pushed him hard against the nearest wall and held him there.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t mean to. You weren’t drunk; it wasn’t an accident,” I corrected him. Our teammates surrounded us when they saw that I was truly angry. I didn’t usually pick fights with people, so the situation was a surprise to them.

“Pat, what the hell are you doing?” Jonathan breathed in my ear. “The season hasn’t even started yet, are you really going to beat the sh*t out of a new player?” I breathed deeply and heavily. I knew he was right, and I needed to calm down. “Come on,” he prompted me.

“Fine,” I huffed, “but don’t you dare do anything like that to her again,” I glared at Dylan before releasing him from the wall and walking away.

“No more big conflicts, guys. Let’s not be idiots. Today is NOT the day for that. Right now, we all need to focus on hockey. Live, breathe, eat, and sleep hockey, because that’s all that matters right now. Leave all your problems in this airport when we get on the plane and don’t pick them back up again until we get back,” Jonathan lectured us. I had never been so annoyed at the fact that he was captain. Normally he would just talk to me, and he’d be on my side. Now, he didn’t even understand that I had a reason to be so mad, and he didn’t care enough to talk to me and figure it out.

Our plane arrived shortly after all that excitement, and I knew my teammates were still buzzing about it. As soon as I found a seat, I put my headphones on, turned on my iPod and blasted my music as loudly as I could to shut the world out. Johnny, was right; I needed to live, breathe, eat, and sleep hockey, but I couldn’t do that while my frustration was eating away at me. I needed to simmer down, forget about everything, and relax.

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