Smooth Enchantment ||P. Kane||

Chapter 8

"Patrick, I don't even know if this is a great idea."

He skated around gracefully on the ice right in front of me in the United Center, obviously not paying attention to what I just said. I sighed at how he doesn't care at the moment. I only worry about getting caught when we aren't even supposed to be here.

Finally my words went through Patrick's head as he came to a halting stop. His skates sprayed little chunks of water and ice at me, causing me to yelp from the cold feeling of water on me. My jeans and sweater were now damp, earning Patrick a scowl from me.

"I don't even know why I agreed to come if you're going to do this to me," I said, pissed off. Deep down I'm trying to hold back a smile and laughter. "And you aren't even supposed to be skating yet because of your injury, Patrick Kane. Don't come to me, crying when you aren't able to play in the playoffs."

Patrick's shoulders moved up and then back down as he shrugged. "So? Come on, we don't have all day. Stop moping around and put the skates on." He gave me his best puppy dog face he could do and I rolled my eyes. Of course I gave in to Patrick.

It's been so long sice I have put on a pair of skates. The last time I remembered being on the ice was a couple of years ago when my mother, Melissa and I went ice skating on Christmas day.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked as I looked down at the ice, watching my feet to catch them if they wobble or slip.

"If that is a concern about my knee, I'll be fine Mackenzie," Patrick assured me. My head snapped up to look at him and my heart instantly dropped at the sight of his blue eyes and nice smile.

I gulped and immediately looked away before Patrick caught me staring at him too long. We stayed silent for awhile as the both of us rounded the rink another time. He wasn't having a hard time skating at all of course and then there was me. All I hoped for is that I don't fall on my butt right in front of Patrick.

"Play a game of one on one hockey with me," he offered. "Please?"

I'm pretty sure that this is a date that Melissa would want to go on with Patrick instead of me. I don't play hockey. Not once have I even touched a hockey stick to play (only a few times withe my sister when we were younger, but that was all).

"Okay, but please go easy on me and do all of these tricks you do."

Patrick chuckled at my remark and skated on back over to the bench to grab two hockey sticks. He must've had all of this planned before he sent out his invitation. Of course he wants to impress.

"Here." He handed me one of the hockey sticks. "I'll let you take the puck first."

And I didn't refuse Patrick's offer. Well I didn't have enough time to protest as he skated on off and away from me, leaving me behind at center ice.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" That's the only thing that came up to mind right away to make an excuse to get out of this. Not the 'date' though, I'm trying to find a way out of this situation at the moment. I had some feeling deep down inside me that Patrick probably won't go easy on me and at the same time, I want to slap myself for even thinking about that.

"I promise you this isn't bad," he replied, grinning.

Great.

Maybe I'll just show him my hockey skills I barely even have. Thank you, Melissa.

My eyes shot right down to the ice below me to look at the puck. I feel like if I stared at the puck long enough, I could control it with my mind instead of me actually moving it around with a hockey stick. I wish too much for the impossible and sighed as I prepared myself to make a fool of myself and lose.